Luyện nghe bài hát Painkillers

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

I've up all night on the redeye flight
The dawn's early light, got the bright
I'm in the back of a car
My kind of nervous

'Cause I'm 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 get flam

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

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

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

That's for you, I hop out my car, step 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?

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

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

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

I'm prayin' to God let this go too far
As they rush me into the St. O.R.
pull the bullets 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 some bad news for you
What are you about?
It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your
And the cord
So what are you to tell me?
Well, it's safe to say, I don't think, you'll be jumpin' around

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

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

as well be heroin pulsin' through my veins
Gotta kill these pains or blow out my
To free me these chains
I'm trapped in this physical

To again, I just might sell my soul
And I'm only twenty years old