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

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

When a wire lights little metal rail right
a marvel of engineering steered me clear in to the plight
Right before the bodegas open, after the of night
Before the delivered, I sat on the corner and sparked a light

The same corner I perched when I zone dropped on the block
At almost 5 O'clock for sun spots or store clerks
Alone spot, almost kinda the zone was forgot
As if the had been 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 Newpy drift out of my lips, taste, half minted
on

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

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

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

void so damn smothering
But we were of poisenville
And saw the less repugnant

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

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

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

I not give you the go ahead
And you will not be fondly
I'm throwing the gauntlet
Fuck you, this isn't decision

And for all the holy fuck I
Your spectacle is ended
But don't for just one second
honored your obligations to me

I'm serious, in my eyes
I don't this funny or whatever you imagine poetry
And feels like when you combine them
I am not going to allow this on my watch
Nobodies impressed with your sacrifice
Device or insurmountable

You are not pained
And if you go we won't be
And who the are you to put me through
The banality of this

many better men have gone
For clearly reasons
And I starkly must you
That you have not even been

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

We are always outnumbered but we were never out
There's no dignity for criminals, no ministry for the
In this if you make a sound
You're the leper with the fingers

The league of nobodies
The other bringing in ringers
No in the majority, no hope for the little ones
Sally pulled a pistol out, Billy got a

So what the fuck are you
That makes struggle so wondrous?
to arrogantly pull
What's left of the rug out from us?

I not, you're in the same barrel
All us other are caught
And if I have to live, you to live
you like this shit or not
on

Dedicated to the drowning, and the noble of
The desperate friends forced to
And to my friends who refused
To it to happen to me

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

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

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