Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Friend

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

You be a champion
fall on me
Deceit, deceit,

dusty in the cellar

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

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

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

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

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

From the to the anthill, rag dummy
Incorporate the unison of Vikings ship throwers the perfection
Of the to burn with half the stone throwers
Speak assessments

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

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

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

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 dusty in the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

have plenty of nothing
And nothing is for them
Yeah, I've had it so good

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