Luyện nghe bài hát No City

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

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

Few would clue the crew into the
the food and land like you the man
who flew the coop over the
Dash back, flashin and
And now I believe this
Sat beneath an avalanche and a nautical season

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

Moms raised the babies through a churchy '80s
Sunday reinforce 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 fit the reasons you must punish him
puncture skin or pull the colored rugs from under them
Two opposing mother ships shall not the gunners deck
'Cause of public good do not employ the unctuous
And you. observe and have the disproportionate
To the away decide to maketh his day (do it)
All the stubborn odium glowin a host
To where he coulda easily in the tub jugglin toasters

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

I picked the phone up with a mode approach
Skin off the drawl and now I claw the awkward tone-em
I'd known it wasn't
But hoped it was corrosive
Coastin to the of the grossest diagnosis
Like homes, the barnacles that chew the flesh of man
Have clued into the suitor was capital to a 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 letter numbed the 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 friends on the way to the top
There is no secret club I do not give a fuck
But know the cancers the olive branches obviously standard
So when they extend from the Yatson mansions your canons

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

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