Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Friend

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

You should be a
Never on me
Deceit, deceit,

Getting dusty in the

Yo, I was thinking about my friend
Stringing a 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 javelin tip dipped inside, barreled, magic brilliance
Who rose at the of the 'Unknown Soldier'?
To capture the fragment choreographed
In traffic dancing for

Looked like sickle to the principles of pi rotary
One hope odyssey sputters itself
To my how not example
Give me the bread while considering the littering

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

Springs me out delirium to stitch them wings
I sink instinctively brinked while clinging the shrieking souls
Mourning the death of fallen ideologues to control
Quality control, stand string up the banner

From the beehive to the anthill, rag
the unison of Vikings ship throwers plus the perfection
Of the twice to burn with half the throwers
Speak assessments

My communicative pleads the needs
Of a billion hungry victims gripped by the
slipped to splinters and got
Shivving up the mass of natives and its league

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

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

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

Getting dusty in the

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

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

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

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

Now if I, to, hold to speed
To levigate the game plan, would you honestly
I mean I guess, I can just divorce me 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 here
Its that, grand precious that precious that part of you to touch
And part of you just wants to sit and be impressed

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

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

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

have plenty of nothing
And is plenty for them
Yeah, I've never had it so

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