Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Friend

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

You be a champion
Never on me
Deceit, deceit,

Getting dusty in the

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

With bad javelin tip dipped inside, barreled, black magic
Who rose at the tomb of the 'Unknown
To capture the fascist fragment
In traffic for nickels

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Getting in the cellar

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

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

And your left roped to the dock
And its the, art of married to slender 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 with a crocodile smile
Hiding a fish out of water complex provided entry

Now if I, were to, to speed
To levigate the plan, would you honestly impede
I mean I guess, I can just me from the rest
And blame my imbalance 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 part of you wants to touch
And part of you just to sit and be impressed with

Tainted agony in barnacle attachments
Mood swinging upon the barnstorm to traffic
Spread, circle 4,000 circuits you to cater wings
Above alkadiene Townsman the shadow

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

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

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

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