Luyện nghe bài hát No City

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

There is a hole in front of the
Shovel in of the brawn
Six billion gorillas for whom the yawn
Each with his days to choose his tool of trade
Duelin blades qued a cruel charade 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, and compassion
And now I don't believe
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 figure all man equal no
Take at his friends and neighbors 'er

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

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

No too high
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 grown-up approach
Skin crawlin off the drawl and now I claw the awkward
I'd known it roses
But it was less corrosive
Coastin to the focus of the diagnosis
Like homes, the that chew upon the flesh of man
Have clued the suitor was capital to a beggar sand
And uncomfortably. sung a stubborn of gluttony
With that burrow 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 with six legs wider than the driver
If you make no friends on the way to the top
There is no 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 hang em for the side drip dry
he clip the zip line or slip for his final dip dive?
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 with his out
Or sickles, dipped in military hells, bells and
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 city
No too live
No city too
No too signed
No city too