Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Friend

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

You be a champion
Never on me
Deceit, deceit,

dusty in the cellar

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

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

Looked like cells to the principles of pi rotary
One hope distortion sputters itself
To my how not sample
Give me the bread while considering the littering

I dont pity the rush or the whimpering, spill
Anchor to rock bottom, bottom packs a ravenous catalyst
Sprung arachnid, leashed by the tyrant
I choked when the bird sings it stings

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

From the to the anthill, rag dummy
Incorporate the of Vikings ship throwers plus the perfection
Of the twice to with half the stone throwers
your assessments

My communicative hindrance the needs
Of a billion victims gripped by the hell
Thats slipped to and got
Shivving up the mass of natives and its marvels

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

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

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

dusty in the cellar

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

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

And motors left roped to the dock
And its the, art of clarity married to extension
Of blue sky of a neighborhood
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 with a smile
Hiding a fish out of water complex provided upon

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

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

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

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

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

They have of nothing
And nothing is for them
Yeah, never had it so good

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