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 was lost
For want of a the kingdom was lost
And all for the of a horseshoe..

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

Few would the crew into the civil
the food and land like you the man
who flew the coop the pit-bulls
Dash back, flashin and
And now I don't this
Sat beneath an avalanche and jagged a season

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

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

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

No mountain too
No too far
No coma too
No tomorrow
No too live
No city too
No treaty too
No too guard

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

chin-up and the city picked this in a pent-up letter numbed the spitting stigma
Along came a spider, a (regs) to any buyer
How to shoot a ringer back with six legs wider than the
If you no friends on the way to the top rung
There is no handshake club I do not give a fuck
But know the make the olive branches obviously standard
So when they extend the Yatson mansions 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 milligrams of
They pump into the pin-stripped over Tinsel-town
Or kill a man who down the city with 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 coma too
No city
No fire too
No too charged
No too signed
No city too