Luyện nghe bài hát Smithereens (Stop Cryin')

Fell asleep late, Neon
P.T.S. stress, we do
City air strange, sticky
Mayor gives no funds
And I'm cryin',

out with a fiendish ring
Broken into
thing's exactly how it seems
And it would
That I am cryin',

In a world of super duper
The kids just want a little
Little do the bloody mind sex
With a veteran's
And I'm cryin',

So, I step in the stop frame
I became BK
'Cause I grew up the Krazy Kings
And inhaled second spray
I'm cryin',

Where the walls talk your
And alliances made
With a dash after class
To harass the gods of
Cryin',

And the that I collude with
On this rude same way
And will break a crab in public
to manipulate their pain
Cryin',

Why should I be
When God is so clearly out his mind
With cherubs a bundle
to remember why he even tried

Down here it's 30 every year
To fund the end
But I'm on Atlantic Ave
Trying to cop the instead

Pure savage established rock talk
Circa 93
Walked the road to infinity
With truant moves

the wandering ration line derails
I steal
Maybe, where the sidewalk hawks
Look and hide tools

On a bed someone else made
Trying to wait for the boot
When it dropped you
Prime-time off mute

Old say, "Time to build"
But pays more loot
Rip patch from Hazmat suit
Slip past an odd bop

El sort of strange
say he stares at you, long range
Perhaps he's lookin' us all
With his thousand yard
Cryin',

And he how MCs
Became with their own lies
And went from rap to gun talk
Like we notice the change, yeah right

It's the city I broke in
The couture township
they lost the rock box batteries
And how shit was founded
Cryin',

And all see me twisted
They don't get my existence
An actual B boy
Who'll you out your mittens
Cryin',

Now, I that motherfuckers owe me dap
For contributing actual
not a construct for the radio
On that plasticine

I'll be homie, bust through the Dolby
Lonely, all aside and homely
Wildly pour heat of vigilante words
Insert in a dome-piece

And the last of all I is yours, now
Surrendered nice and
As a tot on a block of bricks
And double dutched the zombies

I'll rip squad in nothing
But a ring and pair of PuertoRoc dunks
I the bag that cats will drown in
the water's colored rust

And the last that I had
In the back of the bus
Was of a Oklahoma city
Through flesh fade to dust

Move with me little soldier
We'll and dagger the city
We'll hope to stagger
the pattern of blasphemy's quitting

And I keep my meaning tucked
So, creepers give me some privacy
Don't ask for literal
From a child of society

There's a position to be
You assholes, keep your eye on me
But your precious advice
'Cause all my life lied to me
And I'm

Fell asleep late, Buzz
P.T.S. stress, we do
City air strange, lungs
Mayor gives no funds
And I'm cryin',

Call out a fiendish ring
Broken into
Every thing's how it seems
And it would
I am cryin', cryin'