Luyện nghe bài hát Petrified Life And The Twice Told Joke (decrepit Bricks)

I walk on decrepit bricks and kick sticks and rusty cans
Simply for lack of better
comes and goes like gas station patrons
So sedation for unexpected vacations

That's my
Post, please leave me alone, that's just my rude
No dysfunction flip side, I'm just ordinary citizen
They're waiting patiently for me to sin again but again

I'm really little angel
But angel on my shoulder got strangled
For trying to with his nemesis, he caught him on the wrong day
And got cut DJs spinning doubles

I'm on my way to the store the city
To purchase a pack of Marb' Reds a stack of rolled pennies
I could go for Denny's and my holds plenty
But my pocket's got holes, I guess the goal is to stay

Quite put me and my pockets share interest
I'll never in love with that pretty green-eyed temptress twice
I learned my lesson the time
I just couldn't keep up that ever-changing Jordan line of foot apparel
Parallel to many clones, my eye's vision
With seven shades and twenty tones, plus I breath

They everything I'm feeding them
Put myself in every and use my spit as mat medium
And results are my children, we share the same
the same reflections and interpret the same dreams

Like whoa, like whoa, like whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no
Feeling like I'm
But contrary to my last statement, I feel
Content with the fact I know this city's mine

And at night, I roam streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I fine
Content with the fact that I know city's mine

I walk down dead end streets like I see the sign
Just to turn around and walk back, that's fine and
But what's whack is the fact, I'm walking
Like, "Thank God for Walkmans"

I'm only yawning these simple minded mortals make me sleepy
So what do I do? I to T.V.
In the seemingly lousy attempt to myself with lackluster images
And information like, "Willis was really Todd Bridges"

Just to the upper hand in monotonous conversations
And for lack of stimulation
I'm painting portraits of dysfunctional families gloomy faces
"Don't Worry, Be Happy" T-shirts
And you're I'm tasteless

You it but your babies will embrace it
The basic essentials of a bitter young man
That kicks soda cans and walks on decrepit bricks
a permanent pair of headphones
Trying to make these lectures

I'll let them protesters picket like they are make a difference
And watch them die before they
their cause was nonexistent
Like their was nonexistent

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no
Feeling I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I fine
Content with the fact that I know this mine

And at night, I roam streets with absolutely no purpose
like I'm worthless
But to my last statement, I feel fine
Content the fact that I know this city's mine

I walk on shitty sidewalks stepping on every single crack
of that joke we used to say when we were snotty nose
My purpose got defeated when my turned paraplegic
Plus I failed my Service exam, they said I cheated

Not to mention urine samples
And the attention of a second-grader
More fascinated with blocks than wasting time
Stressing his daily lesson, the ritalin

I've been gone with the wind like lucky lottery since day one
And stepped on the left right's wrong
So what do I do? I resort to friendly games of pong
And a song in "Sixpence", I'm "None the Richer"
I just kiss her on the lips and trucking

And at night, I roam these streets absolutely no purpose
Feeling I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel
Content with the that I know this city's mine

And at night, I these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm
But to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact I know this city's mine