Luyện nghe bài hát Painkillers

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

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

I'm tokin' on a blunt that's fat
You say, you know you at
I say, I know I am
And if you want a tip then mister don't 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 thirteen years old
And when I look up at my wall, I see and gold

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

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

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

They tell me to freeze and get 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 over me, watchin' me bleed
Damn, I got to smokin' 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 with anesthetics
killin' my pain, they screamin' my name
Tryin' to keep me in the conscious
I'm about 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 hard

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

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

And people stare at me with pity in their
And every mornin' I to a life of despise
And every night I think, I might never rock the mic
'Cause my brain's fucked up on percacet and

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

To walk again, I just might my soul
And I'm only twenty somethin' old