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

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

Few would clue the into the civil
Skip the and land like you the man
who flew the coop over the
Dash back, and compassion
And now I believe this
Sat beneath an avalanche and jagged a season

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 all man equal no brainer
Take at his and neighbors dedicate 'er

Moms raised the babies through a very '80s
Sunday mornings reinforce the waiting 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 punish him
puncture skin or pull the colored rugs from under them
Two opposing mother ships shall not employ the deck
'Cause brotherhoods of public good do not employ the
And you. and have the givetheth disproportionate
To the taketh decide to maketh his day (do it)
All the stubborn odium a coal host
To where he coulda easily in the tub jugglin toasters

No mountain too
No too far
No too night
No city
No fire too
No city too
No treaty too
No city too

I picked the up with a grown-up mode approach
Skin crawlin off the drawl and now I claw the tone-em
I'd known it wasn't
But hoped it was corrosive
to the focus of the grossest diagnosis
Like homes, the that chew upon the flesh of man
Have clued into the suitor was capital to a sand
And uncomfortably. sung a legacy of gluttony
With carnivores that like hunters into the blood 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 shoot a ringer back with six wider than the driver
If you make no friends on the way to the top
is no secret handshake 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 kings 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 into the pin-stripped pentagrams over Tinsel-town
Or a man who trickled down the city with his scissors out
Or sickles, in military hells, bells and whistles
to the east, not a wild tribes
Thank you for the peace on earth and milds height

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