Luyện nghe bài hát Me And Ed Loyce

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

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

Let the foxes dig in the stations
Ain't this such a new dark age?
Why they believe that
Their home's just an Park?

In the opposing hand bulky two inch thick
Overlapping of white paper
Whose flawless black print in a
To our chewed nails was fucking smaller

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

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

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