Luyện nghe bài hát No City

For want of a nail the was lost
For want of a shoe the horse was
For want of a the rider was lost
For want of a rider the battle was
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 charade and the flames

Few would the crew into the civil
Skip the and land like you the man
who flew the coop the pit-bulls
Dash back, and compassion
And now I believe this
Sat beneath an avalanche and jagged a nautical

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

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

The punishment should fit the you must punish him
Never puncture skin or pull the colored rugs from them
Two opposing mother ships shall not the gunners deck
'Cause brotherhoods of public 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 fire too
No city too
No treaty too
No city too

I picked the phone up with a grown-up approach
Skin off the drawl and now I claw the awkward tone-em
I'd it wasn't roses
But it was less corrosive
Coastin to the focus of the diagnosis
homes, the barnacles that chew upon the flesh of man
Have clued into the was capital to a beggar sand
And uncomfortably. sung a stubborn of gluttony
With carnivores that burrow like hunters into the in meat
umm,

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

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

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