Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Friend

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

You be a champion
fall on me
Deceit, deceit,

Getting in the cellar

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

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

Looked like sickle cells to the of pi rotary
One hope distortion odyssey itself
To my how not example
Give me the bread crust 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 when the cage bird sings it

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

the beehive to the anthill, rag dummy
Incorporate the unison of ship throwers plus the perfection
Of the twice to burn with the stone throwers
your assessments

My communicative hindrance the needs
Of a billion hungry victims by the hell
Thats to splinters and got
Shivving up the of natives and its league marvels

One sure to shock a mass burial, breeze
Broken bank fragments float up at stagnant seas
Dirty work plus applicants with chatter box
Iron bandit, give them the stars, the head balloons and
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 mightiest of them all
There is a for war and a time for peace
And a time to run and a to split

Getting dusty in the

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

Lopsided bird bow crooked mass makeshift
Patching with chewing gum and stitching sail to thirsty faces
Observe me sitting with my eyes 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 slender
Of blue sky of a happy
String on my has left me dancing

Like wooden dummies in a paper
Merry a door nail, friends is little brittle dolls of paper
In assembly, I with a crocodile smile
Hiding a fish out of complex provided upon entry

Now if I, were to, to speed
To levigate the game plan, would you 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 supply hints on which [unverified] I should run
And Im thinking that damn town priors about to fill this bucket
Its that, grand precious that precious that part of you wants to
And part of you wants to sit and be impressed with

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

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

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

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

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