Luyện nghe bài hát No City

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

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

Few would clue the into the civil
Skip the food and like you the man
who the coop over the pit-bulls
Dash back, flashin and
And now I believe this
Sat beneath an and jagged a nautical season

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

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

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

No too high
No too far
No too night
No city
No too live
No city too
No too signed
No too guard

I picked the up with a grown-up mode approach
Skin crawlin off the drawl and now I claw the awkward
I'd it wasn't roses
But it was less corrosive
Coastin to the focus of the grossest
Like homes, the barnacles that chew the flesh of man
Have clued 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 a spider, sold 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
is no secret handshake club I do not give a fuck
But know the cancers make the olive branches obviously
So when they extend the Yatson mansions 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 he survive the milligrams of middle-ground
They pump into the pin-stripped pentagrams over
Or a man who trickled down the city with his scissors out
Or sickles, dipped in military hells, 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 too night
No tomorrow
No fire too
No too charged
No too signed
No too guard