Luyện nghe bài hát No City

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

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

Few would clue the crew the civil
Skip the food and land you the man
who the coop over the pit-bulls
Dash back, and compassion
And now I don't this
Sat beneath an avalanche and 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 figure all man equal no
Take at his and neighbors dedicate 'er

Moms raised the babies through a very churchy
Sunday mornings reinforce the game to Hades
Any brazen but apparently now
For when a man of has said his wrongs and when in doubt, doubt

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

No too high
No too far
No too night
No tomorrow
No too live
No too charged
No treaty too
No city too

I picked the phone up with a mode approach
Skin crawlin off the drawl and now I the awkward tone-em
I'd known it wasn't
But hoped it was corrosive
Coastin to the focus of the grossest
homes, the barnacles that chew upon the flesh of man
Have clued into the suitor was capital to a sand
And uncomfortably. sung a stubborn legacy of
With carnivores that burrow like hunters the blood in meat
umm,

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

All kings hang em for the cliffs side dry
Will he clip the zip line or slip for his final dip
If he will he survive the milligrams of middle-ground
They pump into the pin-stripped over Tinsel-town
Or a man who trickled down the city with his scissors out
Or sickles, dipped in military hells, bells and
Riders to the east, not a wild
Thank you for the peace on earth and mercy milds

No to high
No too far
No too night
No city
No too live
No too charged
No treaty too
No too guard