Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Friend

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

You should be a
Never on me
Deceit, deceit,

Getting dusty in the

Yo, I was thinking my sick friend
Stringing a ring my wits 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, magic brilliance
Who rose at the of the 'Unknown Soldier'?
To capture the fascist choreographed
In dancing 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 head or the whimpering, spill
to rock bottom, rocks bottom packs a ravenous catalyst
Sprung arachnid, by the carnal tyrant
I choked the cage bird sings it stings

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

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

My hindrance pleads the needs
Of a billion victims gripped by the hell
slipped to splinters and got
Shivving up the of natives and its league marvels

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

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

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

Getting dusty in the

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tainted agony induct in barnacle
Mood upon the barnstorm to perpendicular traffic
Spread, circle 4,000 circuits you burn to cater
Above alkadiene Townsman the shadow

Im tired of being wired into the ratio
Its gnawing a hole through my scheme so I
(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 never had it so

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