Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Stew

with the force of a and the flames of a bonfire
rages the yin and yang, my hand von squire.
brother, consimate professional take cover,
confessional, the seeker, elements, the make-lover.
method, shuns irrelevance with the quickness and discipline,
strive through the and health.
you see what when a wandering soul gets stuck and freezes,
the diseases and is left to consider fuckin' jesus,
but as long as we have daylight to guide us and to drink
for the body and the has excuses to think,
the glass shatters while the scents of windex linger
dissin' for the record with a mangled index finger.
packin' fans up in the spot with and clappin' hands
or else he's at the hardware and probably rackin' cans
and while be out bombin' on the lines of locomotion,
i try to teach him what i know about the of show promotion.
the return of the listener teaches on the of female sex
of dissin' at peaches, pay attention to details next.
having no equipment is a
but he can a couple thousand dollars out his asshole.
drinking shitty liquor, talkin' a city slicker,
just a day in the of the big titty gripper.
you're gettin' clobbered by robert, the diligent never swingin' chicks who
only want a screw and nothin' else, it's sixtoo.