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 horse the 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
in front of the brawn
Six gorillas for whom the graves 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 crew into the
Skip the food and like you the man
who the coop over the pit-bulls
Dash back, flashin and
And now I don't believe
Sat beneath an avalanche and jagged a nautical

And I will stop the violence more than I was Pilot
Cops and robbers 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 very '80s
Sunday mornings reinforce the waiting game to
Any brazen but apparently now
For when a man of cloth has said his and when in doubt, doubt

The should fit the reasons you must punish him
Never puncture skin or pull the colored rugs from under
Two opposing mother ships shall not the gunners deck
'Cause brotherhoods of public good do not the unctuous
And you. observe and have the givetheth
To the taketh 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 too charged
No treaty too
No city too

I picked the phone up with a grown-up mode
Skin crawlin off the and now I claw the awkward tone-em
I'd known it roses
But hoped it was less
Coastin to the of the grossest diagnosis
Like homes, the barnacles that upon the flesh of man
Have clued the suitor was capital to a beggar sand
And uncomfortably. sung a stubborn 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 spitting
Along came a spider, a (regs) to any buyer
How to shoot a ringer back with six legs wider the driver
If you make no on the way to the top rung
There is no secret club I do not give a fuck
But the cancers make the olive branches obviously standard
So when they from the Yatson mansions drop your canons

All hang em for the cliffs side drip dry
Will he clip the zip or slip for his final dip dive?
If he live will he the milligrams of middle-ground
They pump into the pin-stripped pentagrams over
Or kill a man who trickled down the 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 mercy height

No to high
No too far
No coma too
No tomorrow
No fire too
No too charged
No treaty too
No too guard