Luyện nghe bài hát Painkillers

On behalf of Pan Am Airlines, we'd like to be the
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

been 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 know I am
And if you really want a tip then don't get flam

I ain't tryin' to be rude and I stressin' you gramps
But this right here, it be the breakfast of champs
I've been tokin' on this since years old
And I look 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 on hold
keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel
And the radio up while I finish this L

Welcome to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford
usual room is ready and waiting
Let me take your
If you need anything while you're just 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 shit's in progress, I can the stress
I silently to God how did I get in this mess?

They tell me to freeze and get on my knees
Between my and my cash, I'm holdin' thirty five G's
told 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 standin' over me, watchin' me
Damn, I got to quit all this weed
There's a pain in my chest but yo, I must be
before I faded out, I saw the EMS

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

I'm prayin' to God don't let go too far
As they me into the St. Luke's O.R.
They pull the bullets out my chest and give 'em 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 talkin'
It would 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 don't think, you'll be around anymore

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

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

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

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