Luyện nghe bài hát Painkillers

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

been up all night on the redeye flight
The dawn's light, got the skyline bright
I'm in the back of a car
My kind 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 want a tip then mister don't get flam

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

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

back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford
Your usual room is ready and
Let me take your
If you need while you're staying just let me know
Good out

That's for you, I hop out my car, step into the
Everybody's on the floor, it's a robbery
The shit's in progress, I can the stress
I wanna silently to God how did I get in mess?

tell me to freeze and get down on my knees
Between my jewels and my cash, I'm holdin' thirty G's
They told me to run it, so I got and I fronted
And like Rick said, I knew, I shouldn't of done it

now they standin' over me, watchin' me bleed
Damn, I got to quit all this weed
a pain in my chest but yo, I must be blessed
Because before I out, I saw the EMS

The paramedics, they me with some anesthetics
They my pain, they screamin' my name
Tryin' to me in the conscious world
I'm thinkin' about my mom, my sister and my

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

Mr. Ford, I'm afraid, I have bad news for you
What are you about?
It appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine
And the cord
So are you tryin' to tell me?
Well, it's safe to say, I think, you'll be jumpin' around anymore

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

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

Might as well be heroin through my veins
Gotta kill these or blow out my brains
To free me these chains
I'm trapped in this hell

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