Luyện nghe bài hát Me And Ed Loyce

The vagrant on that corner who is speaking to
Is as crazy as the commuters on way from to work
Well, hey y'all, I'm get apocalyptic
And I need it to be just so damn

We're all down to get
Down, to get down
If on our knees be the lead
To the top of the chain

Let the foxes dig in the stations
this such a grand new dark age?
Why shouldn't they believe
Their home's just an Asbury

In the opposing hand bulky two inch thick
pages of white paper
Whose black print in a comparison
To our chewed was much fucking smaller

No one here ever seems to notice
The mountains awaiting out
But that is within reach, that carrot is within reach
So we get down, down just to get down
And we keep on the beast

Do you the tune of a thousand trampled streets?
They sing me off to
Where I am by stampeding machines
Only to awake to into the chase all again and

Do you the tune of a thousand trampled streets?
They sing me off to
Where I am chased by stampeding
Only to awake to give into the chase all