Luyện nghe bài hát Locked In The Trunk Of A Car

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

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

Then I found a place it's dark and rotted
It's a cool, sweet kinda
Where the coppers 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

I found a place it's dark and it's rotted
It's a cool, sweet kinda
Where the coppers won't it
And I destroyed the map that I'd dotted,
However, I'm dumping the body

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

Let me out
Let me out

Let me out
Let me out

Let me out