Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Friend

Thou mayest
Tune onto the channel
And see it like it is

You be a champion
fall on me
Deceit, deceit,

Getting in the cellar

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

With bad javelin tip inside, barreled, black magic brilliance
Who rose at the tomb of the 'Unknown
To capture the fragment choreographed
In traffic dancing for

Looked like sickle cells to the principles of pi
One distortion odyssey sputters itself
To my how not example
me the bread crust while considering the littering

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

me out delirium to stitch them clipped wings
I sink instinctively brinked while 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 unison of Vikings ship throwers plus the
Of the twice to burn with half the stone
Speak assessments

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

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

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

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

Getting in the cellar

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

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

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

Like dummies in a paper nature
Merry etiquette's a door nail, friends is little brittle of paper
In assembly, I tremble with a smile
Hiding a fish out of water complex 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 for the fact Ive made a mess

But my loyalty supply hints on [unverified] I should run with
And Im thinking that damn town priors about to fill this here
Its that, grand precious that precious that part of you 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 wings
Above alkadiene Townsman spoon-fed the

Im tired of wired into the thief 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 had it so good

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