Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Friend

Thou indeed
Tune the forbidden channel
And see it like it is

You be a champion
Never on me
Deceit, deceit,

Getting dusty in the

Yo, I was about my sick friend
a ring around my wits end
13 later his feet hung inches out the pig pen
Motley day goblins brought him pillage to the stillness

With bad javelin tip dipped inside, barreled, black brilliance
Who rose at the tomb of the 'Unknown
To capture the fascist fragment
In traffic for nickels

Looked like sickle cells to the of pi rotary
One hope distortion odyssey itself
To my how not sample
Give me the bread crust while the littering

I dont pity the head rush or the whimpering,
Anchor to bottom, rocks bottom packs a ravenous catalyst
Sprung arachnid, by the carnal tyrant
I choked when the cage sings it stings

Springs me out delirium to stitch them clipped
I sink instinctively brinked they're clinging the shrieking souls
Mourning the death of fallen to quality control
Quality control, stand string up the banner

From the to the anthill, rag dummy
Incorporate the unison of Vikings throwers plus the perfection
Of the twice to burn with the stone throwers
Speak assessments

My hindrance pleads the needs
Of a hungry victims gripped by the hell
Thats to splinters and got
Shivving up the mass of and its league marvels

One components to shock a mass burial, breeze
Broken penny bank float up at stagnant seas
Dirty work plus applicants with box disease
Iron bandit, give them the stars, the head balloons and
Asked for many moons and I cant stand it any

This is how I that I sling
And the regulars were so

I'm the mightiest of them all
There is a time for war and a for peace
And a time to run and a time to

Getting dusty in the

I dont run a funny race, malnourished monarchs and loopy
99.9 per cent swear by their broken axles
I boats of a pack rat bats of bully club swung
Post utility inhalants nail it to and sail it

Star bird bow crooked mass makeshift
Patching holes with chewing gum and stitching sail to thirsty
Observe me sitting with my eyes to the clock
Cause I know that once that wind up you

And your motors left roped to the
And its the, art of clarity married to extension
Of blue sky of a happy
String on my has left me dancing

Like wooden in a paper nature
Merry etiquette's a door nail, friends is little brittle of paper
In assembly, I with a crocodile smile
Hiding a fish out of water complex provided upon

Now if I, were to, hold to
To levigate the game plan, would you impede
I mean I guess, I can just divorce me from the
And my chemical imbalance for the fact Ive made a mess

But my loyalty supply on which [unverified] I should run with
And Im thinking that damn town priors about to this here bucket
Its that, grand that precious that part of you wants to touch
And part of you just wants to sit and be impressed

Tainted agony induct in barnacle
Mood swinging upon the barnstorm to perpendicular
Spread, circle 4,000 circuits you to cater wings
Above alkadiene spoon-fed the shadow

Im tired of being wired into the thief
Its gnawing a through my scheme so I leave
(Know I mean?)

It is the Molotov hour
Have I not you blessings without number?

They have of nothing
And nothing is plenty for
Yeah, I've never had it so

Getting dusty in the
Getting in the cellar
dusty in the cellar