Luyện nghe bài hát Locked In The Trunk Of A Car

They don't how old I am,
They found armor in my
From the century
Conquistador, I
They don't how old I am,
They found in my belly
out of machine revving tension
Lashing out at revving tension
Rushing by the machine revving

Morning out the backside of a truck-stop
The end of a a real, rainbow-likening, luck stop
Where you say I became chronologically fucked up
Put ten in just to get the tank topped up

I found a place it's dark and it's rotted
It's a cool, sweet place
Where the coppers spot it
And I destroyed the map, I even I forgot it,
However, I'm dumping the body

It'd be for us if you don't understand
It'd be better for me if you don't

Then I found a place it's and it's rotted
a cool, sweet kinda place
Where the coppers spot it
And I the map that I'd carefully dotted,
However, I'm dumping the body

be better for us if you don't understand
It'd be for us if you don't understand
It'd be for me if you don't understand

Let me out
Let me out

Let me out
Let me out

Let me out