Luyện nghe bài hát No City

For of a nail the shoe was lost
For want of a shoe the was lost
For want of a horse the rider was
For of a rider the battle was lost
For want of a battle the was lost
And all for the of a horseshoe..

There is a hole in front of the
Shovel in front of the
Six billion gorillas for the graves yawn
Each his mulish days to choose his tool of trade
Duelin blades that a cruel charade and fuel the flames

Few would clue the into the civil
Skip the food and like you the man
who the coop over the pit-bulls
Dash back, and compassion
And now I don't this
Sat beneath an and jagged a nautical season

And I will stop the more than I was Pontious Pilot
Cops and robbers riot by the of noxious sirens
'A' as in gullible you all man equal no brainer
at his friends and neighbors dedicate 'er

Moms raised the babies through a churchy '80s
Sunday mornings the waiting game to Hades
Any but apparently infernal-bound now
For when a man of cloth has said his and when in doubt, doubt

The punishment should fit the reasons you must him
Never puncture skin or pull the rugs from under them
Two opposing mother ships shall not the gunners deck
'Cause of public good do not employ the unctuous
And you. and have the givetheth disproportionate
To the away decide to maketh his day (do it)
All the stubborn odium glowin a coal
To where he coulda stood easily in the tub jugglin

No too high
No too far
No too night
No tomorrow
No too live
No too charged
No too signed
No too guard

I picked the up with a grown-up mode approach
Skin off the drawl and now I claw the awkward tone-em
I'd known it roses
But it was less corrosive
Coastin to the focus of the grossest
Like homes, the barnacles that chew the flesh of man
Have clued into the suitor was to a beggar sand
And uncomfortably. sung a legacy of gluttony
With carnivores that burrow hunters into the blood in meat
umm,

Jenny chin-up and the city picked this in a pent-up letter numbed the spitting
Along came a spider, sold a (regs) to any
How to shoot a ringer back with six legs than the driver
If you make no friends on the way to the top
There is no secret club I do not give a fuck
But know the cancers the olive branches obviously standard
So when they extend from the Yatson drop your canons

All hang em for the cliffs side drip dry
Will he the zip line or slip for his final dip dive?
If he live will he survive the of middle-ground
They pump into the pentagrams over Tinsel-town
Or kill a man who trickled down the city his scissors out
Or sickles, in military hells, bells and whistles
Riders to the east, not a wild
Thank you for the peace on and mercy milds height

No to high
No too far
No too night
No city
No fire too
No too charged
No too signed
No too guard