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

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

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

The same corner I perched I zone dropped on the block first
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 past a half
And I sat in it
With a loosie Newpy drift out of my lips, taste, half
on

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

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

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

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

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

It's the stuff I find hard for
How the do you explain
our own self destruction
And still remain

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

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

And for all the holy fuck I
Your little is ended
But don't think for one second
You've your obligations to me

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

You are not uniquely
And if you go we won't be
And who the hell are you to put me
The banality of watching

Cause many men have gone
For clearly reasons
And I must remind you
That you have not even been

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

We are always outnumbered but we never out militiad
There's no for criminals, no ministry for the wicked
In this town if you a sound
You're the with the most fingers

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

So the fuck are you feeling
That makes your so wondrous?
Enough to arrogantly
left of the rug out from under us?

I think not, in the same barrel
All us other crabs are
And if I have to live, you to live
Whether you like this 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 what I'm talking
me, man, I promise

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

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