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
Never

a live wire lights little metal rail right
When a marvel of engineering 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 first
At almost 5 O'clock for sun spots or store clerks
Alone spot, almost kinda like the was forgot
As if the had been reset and couldn't catch to the clock

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

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

Here I was directly under it some dejected little gray
And told to stay and wait for the mothership
A cotton ball in a of mischief or brain 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 and relating it to my struggling

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm serious, look in my
I don't find this funny or whatever you poetry
And justice feels like you combine them
I am not going to allow 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 watching

Cause many better men gone
For clearly better
And I starkly must you
That you have not even trying

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

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

The of extraordinary nobodies
The other teams bringing in
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 makes struggle so wondrous?
to arrogantly pull
What's 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 have to
Whether you this shit or not
on

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

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

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