Luyện nghe bài hát No City

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

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

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

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

Moms raised the babies through a very '80s
mornings 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 should fit the reasons you must him
Never puncture skin or pull the colored rugs from them
Two opposing mother ships shall not the gunners deck
brotherhoods of public good do not employ the unctuous
And you. and have the givetheth disproportionate
To the taketh decide to maketh his day (do it)
All the stubborn glowin a coal host
To where he coulda stood in the tub jugglin toasters

No mountain too
No too far
No coma too
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 and now I claw the awkward tone-em
I'd known it wasn't
But hoped it was less
Coastin to the focus of the diagnosis
Like homes, the barnacles that upon the flesh of man
Have clued into the suitor was to a beggar sand
And uncomfortably. sung a legacy of gluttony
With carnivores that like hunters into the blood in meat
umm,

Jenny chin-up and the city picked this in a pent-up letter numbed the stigma
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 friends on the way to the top
There is no secret club I do not give a fuck
But know the make the olive branches obviously standard
So when they extend from the mansions drop your canons

All hang em for the cliffs side drip dry
Will he clip the zip line or slip for his dip dive?
If he live he survive the milligrams of middle-ground
They pump into the pentagrams over Tinsel-town
Or kill a man who trickled down the city with his out
Or sickles, dipped in military hells, and whistles
to the east, not a wild tribes
Thank you for the on earth and mercy milds height

No mountain to
No too far
No coma too
No city
No too live
No city too
No too signed
No too guard