Luyện nghe bài hát Locked In The Trunk Of A Car

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

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

I found a place it's dark and it's rotted
It's a cool, sweet kinda
the coppers won't spot it
And I destroyed the map, I even thought I it,
However, everyday I'm 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 dark and rotted
It's a cool, sweet kinda
Where the won't spot it
And I destroyed the map 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 better for me if you understand

Let me out
Let me out

Let me out
Let me out

Let me out