Luyện nghe bài hát Poisenville Kids No Wins/Reprise (This Must Be Our Time)

This is the sound of you don't know killing you
is the sound of what you don't need still true
This is the of what you don't want still in you
again

When a live lights little metal rail right
When a marvel of steered me clear in to the plight
Right before the bodegas open, the peak of night
Before the paper's delivered, I sat on the corner and sparked a

The same corner I when I zone dropped on the block first
At almost 5 O'clock for sun spots or store clerks
Alone spot, almost kinda like the was forgot
As if the grid had reset and couldn't catch to the clock

Or the stoop was stuck in the a half minute
And I sat in it
With a loosie Newpy drift out of my lips, taste, minted
on

And I like a hundred bucks in the pocket of a gambling lush
At a flow with the druids of destructo luck
Fugitoid on the run again, the sky gleamed, the maroonist
Layered against the bluest from where the thunder lived

Here I was under it like some dejected little gray
And they to stay and wait for the mothership
A ball in a blizzard of mischief or brain prison
With a that rode on the bus and came for conjugal visits

And fucked it's way into my matter, the tattered territory
Stayed chattering and nagging till it it yell it for me
And I tried to hold the back', but the meditation was otherly
Fixated on what a friend said and relating it to my

Metropoloid void so damn
But we were of poisenville
And saw the seduction repugnant

And the right as the triggerman
With the up plan of self destruction
And I the type of chemicals
could pull me towards that function

It's the stuff I find for discussion
How the do you explain
Your our own destruction
And still trusted?

To answer the question, yes, the city you gone
And the only thing connecting us
But the connection is so
So how dare you assume that I'll sleep when you're
This is outside the boundaries of acceptable behavior

I will not you the go ahead
And you will not be remembered
I'm down the gauntlet
Fuck you, this isn't your

And for all the holy I give
Your little spectacle is
But don't think for one second
You've honored obligations to me

I'm serious, in my eyes
I find this funny or whatever you imagine poetry
And justice feels when you combine them
I am not going to allow this on my watch
Nobodies with your imagined sacrifice
Device or regret

You are not pained
And if you go we be sorry
And who the hell are you to put me
The of watching this

Cause many men have gone
For better reasons
And I starkly remind you
you have not even been trying

And that's the only
Remarkable you
Stop me if I'm

We are outnumbered but we were never out militiad
no dignity for criminals, no ministry for the wicked
In this if you make a sound
the leper with the most fingers

The league of extraordinary
The teams bringing in ringers
No faith in the majority, no hope for the ones
Sally a pistol out, Billy got a blunderbuss

So the fuck are you feeling
That makes your so wondrous?
Enough to pull
What's left of the rug out from us?

I think not, you're in the barrel
All us crabs are caught
And if I have to live, you have to
Whether you like shit or not
on

Dedicated to the drowning, and the futility of
The friends forced to watch
And to my good who refused
To it to happen to me

You who you are
You know I'm talking about
me, man, I promise

Never, never, never, get that way again
Never, never, never, get that way again
Never, never, never, get that way again
Never, never, never, gonna get way again

Never, never, never, get that way again
Never, never, never, gonna get way again
Never, never, never, gonna get way again
Never, never, never, get that way again
Never,