Luyện nghe bài hát Locked In The Trunk Of A Car

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

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

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

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

Then I found a place it's dark and it's
It's a cool, sweet kinda
Where the won't spot it
And I destroyed the map I'd carefully dotted,
However, everyday I'm the body

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