Luyện nghe bài hát Me And Ed Loyce

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

all down to get down
Down, down to get
If on our knees will be the
To the top of the food

Let the foxes dig holes in the
Ain't this such a new dark age?
Why shouldn't believe that
Their just an Asbury Park?

In the opposing hand bulky two inch thick
Overlapping pages of paper
Whose flawless print in a comparison
To our nails was much fucking smaller

No one around ever seems to notice
The mountains out east
But carrot is within reach, that carrot is within reach
So we gotta get down, just to get down
And we on tracking the beast

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 and

Do you hear the tune of a thousand trampled
sing me off to sleep
Where I am chased by machines
Only to awake to into the chase all again