Luyện nghe bài hát Singer Man

[Chorus - Raw]
Days are living fast, in misery
You got a you wanna sing for me
a song, singing man
Sing a song, man
another song, singing man
Sing song, singing man
Sing a for me
Sing a for me

[P.O.R.N.]
Look, I'm so twisted, so, so
One life to live, and I'm to risk it
Terror that the world has known existed
Left so clues, now how could they miss it?
Sadistic, ballistic, a word and pick it
Long as it means the world is on my list
Walking bomb, my mind is on tick-tick
Countdown's on, its too to nix it
I'm so anxious, so, so
The ones I hate barely what my name is
Have no that I'm armed and dangerous
to spill my blood to be famous
Willing to spill my blood to changes
Look for a suicide note to this
Heinous, inking the ache from my
insane, you're speaking my language...

[Black
One for the pressing, two for the
Three for the blessing, four for the
Kid a weapon, walk like a corpse
In the of transgression, military issue Kalash-
-Nikova or machete or a
He killing cause he he got nothing to live for
In a war heads from men like Charles Taylor
And never the undisclosed foreign arms dealer
13-year-old killer, he 35
He changed his name to Little
When he smoke that leaf, shorty he can fly
He loot and terrorize and shoot between the
Who to blame, its a shame, the was demonized
Wishing he could see rearrange the truth, to see the
And he wouldn't have to raise his to target you
His heart give you the years of scar tissue...

[Truck
Uh, what you're witnessing is dedication
Charged by the call and the cause of the
Countdown, away from detonation
A of grunt work, this is the culmination
My manner, seems patient, inner lies
So deep, I can it, let's sacrifice lives
the first sensation, to paradise I fly
Delusions are lighting up the sky
The last days of mine spent in secrecy
dressed like sheep occur more frequently
Too much faith to be scared, the petrified both
Those who live death, might as well be dead
Towers of the occupiers, will soon
Martyr or mass murderer? That's call
Mass transit or a mall? Who can them all?
In the of the merciful, sing me a song...