Luyện nghe bài hát No City

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

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

Few would clue the crew the civil
Skip the and land like you the man
who flew the over the pit-bulls
back, flashin and compassion
And now I don't believe
Sat an avalanche and jagged a nautical season

And I will stop the violence more than I was Pilot
Cops and riot by the thoughts of noxious sirens
'A' as in you figure all man equal no brainer
Take at his and neighbors dedicate 'er

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

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

No too high
No too far
No coma too
No tomorrow
No fire too
No city too
No too signed
No city too

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

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

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

No mountain to
No too far
No coma too
No city
No fire too
No too charged
No too signed
No too guard