Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Friend

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

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 loops his feet hung inches out the pig pen
Motley day goblins brought him pillage to the stillness

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

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

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

Springs me out delirium to stitch 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 beehive to the anthill, rag
Incorporate the unison of Vikings ship throwers the perfection
Of the twice to burn with half the stone
Speak your

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

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

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

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

Getting dusty in the

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

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

And your motors left roped to the
And its the, art of married to slender extension
Of blue sky of a neighborhood
String on my has left me dancing

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

Now if I, were to, to speed
To the game plan, would you honestly 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 supply hints on which [unverified] I should run with
And Im thinking that damn town priors about to fill this bucket
Its that, grand that precious that part of you wants to touch
And part of you just 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
alkadiene Townsman spoon-fed the shadow

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

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

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

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