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

When a wire lights little metal rail right
When a marvel of engineering 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 a light

The same corner I perched I zone dropped on the block first
At almost 5 O'clock watching for sun spots or clerks
Alone spot, almost kinda like the was forgot
As if the grid had been reset and couldn't 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 Wondershowzen flow with the 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 directly under it like dejected little gray
And they told to stay and for the mothership
A cotton ball in a blizzard of mischief or prison
With a that rode on the bus and came for conjugal visits

And fucked it's way into my gray matter, the 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 it to my struggling

Metropoloid void so smothering
But we were children of
And saw the seduction less

And the right as the triggerman
With the back up of self destruction
And I touched the of chemicals
That could me towards that function

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

To the question, yes, the city wants you gone
And thats the thing connecting us
But the connection is so
So how dare you assume I'll sleep when you're dead
This is well the boundaries of acceptable behavior

I will not give you the go
And you will not be fondly
I'm throwing down the
Fuck you, this isn't your

And for all the holy I give
Your little is ended
But don't think for just one
honored your obligations to me

I'm serious, look in my
I don't find funny or whatever you imagine poetry
And justice like when you combine them
I am not to allow this on my watch buddy
impressed with your imagined sacrifice
Device or regret

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

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

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

We are always but we were never out militiad
no dignity for criminals, no ministry for the wicked
In this town if you a sound
You're the leper with the most

The of extraordinary nobodies
The other teams in ringers
No faith in the majority, no for the little ones
Sally a pistol out, Billy got a blunderbuss

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

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

Dedicated to the drowning, and the noble of
The friends forced to watch
And to my good friends who
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 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 that way
Never, never, never, gonna get that way
Never, never, never, gonna get that way
Never,