Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Friend

Thou mayest
Tune the forbidden channel
And see it it is baby

You should be a
Never on me
Deceit, deceit,

Getting dusty in the

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

With bad javelin tip dipped inside, barreled, black magic
Who rose at the of the 'Unknown Soldier'?
To capture the fascist choreographed
In traffic for nickels

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

I dont the head rush or the whimpering, spill
Anchor to rock bottom, rocks bottom a ravenous catalyst
arachnid, leashed by the carnal tyrant
I choked the cage bird sings it stings

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

From the beehive to the anthill, rag
Incorporate the of Vikings ship throwers plus the perfection
Of the twice to burn with half the stone
Speak your

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

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

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

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

Getting dusty in the

I dont run a funny race, malnourished monarchs and admirals
Where 99.9 per cent swear by their broken
I built boats of a pack rat bats of club swung
Post utility inhalants it to stability and sail it

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

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

Like dummies in a paper nature
Merry etiquette's a nail, friends is little brittle dolls of paper
In assembly, I tremble a crocodile smile
Hiding a fish out of water provided upon entry

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

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

Tainted induct in barnacle attachments
Mood upon the barnstorm to perpendicular traffic
Spread, circle 4,000 circuits you burn to wings
Above Townsman spoon-fed the shadow

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

It is the Molotov cocktail
Have I not brought you blessings without

They plenty of nothing
And nothing is plenty for
Yeah, I've had it so good

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