Luyện nghe bài hát Painkillers

On of Pan Am Airlines, we'd like to be the first
To welcome you to New City
like to thank you for flying Pan Am
The local is 6:45 a.m. and the temperature is 89 degrees

been up all night on the redeye flight
The early light, got the skyline bright
I'm in the of a car service
My driver's of nervous

I'm tokin' on a blunt that's fat
You say, you where you at
I say, I where I am
And if you really want a tip then mister don't get

I ain't to be rude and I ain't stressin' you gramps
But this shit right here, it be the of champs
been tokin' on this since thirteen years old
And when I up at my wall, I see platinum and gold

And there ain't nobody at the money I fold
And I ain't here for your pleasin', so put that shit on
Just keep your mouth and get me to the hotel
And turn the up while I finish this L

Welcome back to the Seasons Mr. Ford
Your usual room is ready and
Let me your luggage
If you need anything while you're staying let me know
lookin' out

That's for you, I hop out my car, into the lobby
on the floor, it's a motherfuckin' robbery
The in progress, I can feel the stress
I wanna to God how did I get in this mess?

tell me to freeze and get down on my knees
Between my jewels and my cash, I'm thirty five G's
They told me to run it, so I got bold and I
And like Slick Rick said, I knew, I of done it

'Cause now they standin' over me, me bleed
Damn, I got to quit smokin' all weed
There's a in my chest but yo, I must be blessed
before I faded out, I saw the EMS

The paramedics, they greet me some anesthetics
They killin' my pain, screamin' my name
Tryin' to keep me in the conscious
I'm thinkin' my mom, my sister and my girl

I'm prayin' to God don't let go too far
As they rush me into the St. O.R.
They pull the out my chest and give 'em back in a jar
Now, I'm wearin' this scar 'cause I tried to play

Mr. Ford, I'm afraid, I have bad news for you
are you talkin' about?
It would appear that one of the grazed your spine
And damaged the
So what are you to tell me?
Well, it's safe to say, I don't think, be jumpin' around anymore

Yo, can't happen to me, I just can't believe it
Trapped in a wheelchair, a
There ain't no rehab, ain't no therapy
For the rest of my life somebody's take care of me

And people stare at me with pity in eyes
And every mornin' I rise to a life of
And every night I think, I never rock the mic again
'Cause my brain's fucked up on and vicadin

Might as well be heroin pulsin' through my
Gotta kill these pains or out my brains
To me from these chains
I'm in this physical hell

To walk again, I just sell my soul
And I'm twenty somethin' years old