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
Stringing a around my wits end
13 loops his feet 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 capture the fragment choreographed
In traffic dancing for

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

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

Springs me out delirium to stitch them wings
I sink instinctively while they're clinging the shrieking souls
Mourning the of fallen ideologues to quality control
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 half the stone throwers
your assessments

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

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

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

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

Getting in the cellar

I dont run a race, malnourished monarchs and loopy 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 Star bird bow mass makeshift
holes with chewing gum and stitching sail to thirsty faces
Observe me sitting with my tied to the clock
Cause I know that once that kicks up you

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

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

Now if I, to, hold to speed
To levigate the plan, would you honestly impede
I I guess, I can just divorce me from the rest
And blame my chemical imbalance for the fact Ive a mess

But my loyalty supply hints on [unverified] I should run with
And Im thinking that damn priors about to fill this here bucket
Its that, grand precious that precious part of you wants to touch
And of you just wants to sit and be impressed with

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

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

It is the Molotov hour
Have I not brought you blessings number?

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

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