Luyện nghe bài hát Locked In The Trunk Of A Car

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

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

Then I found a place it's dark and rotted
a cool, sweet kinda place
Where the won't spot it
And I the map, I even thought I forgot it,
However, everyday I'm dumping the

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

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

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