Luyện nghe bài hát Square One

Buck 1

(Some mumbling...)
Pretty the hippies of today, will be the squares of tomorrow
It was the echoing of the old ones
Through thick steeled forests and over earth
Always just out of
A murder of crows judged my every
My bones frozen
Penniless and out of breath
I washed my beautiful in the black market dog water trough
But it all the real stick in my spokes
Was the of my dreams
I fought of sleep with both fists and fire
With no more a blow gun I made from an exhausted pen
I the stars out of the sky
When each one fell to the ground
I made wishes that never came
Apparitions of angels with angry
Appeared at new moon
My own be gain whispering
died if I tried to climb them
The decision was for me
To begin interpreting life just as I would nightmares
(More mumbling...)

Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, 65, Buck 65, Buck 65
Watching an already dead vanish
We the banished and outlawed
and yonder
Like dogs gone
Funky and angry and ugly
Drums drugs have turned us to scavengers
Pathfinders, and mathematicians
Practitioners of black
We make music from used up junk and bad luck
and losers
Emus and
and pen thieves
Peddlers, Card
All of us fortune tellers in the forest
Hard core, building a fortress
Forward fast and blindfolded
to find gold buried in flood planes
Covered in blood
Fly and egg yolk
Running away with one of my legs

Sometimes lonesome
homeless
Not knowing you're going
Riding the
Pickups and
of the loco-motives
Once we decide to see some of the country
with circus
Performers and
Discussions perfectionists, perverts and poets
Haven't you heard of the...
hoboes?
We aren't vampires dressed rock stars
We build campfires and box-cars
Town to town, we just songs
And we stay up like all night long
'cause we aren't dressed like rock stars
We build campfires and ride
Town to town, we just songs
And we stay up like all night long

20 some years is a walk
Even if its not in a line
You see a lot of in the distance
You know what they say about minds
You and I think about the things
the same dreams
Play the same
We started out in the place
it or not we got the same names
Everything happens for a cause
Whether it be victory or
And the may turn into a run way
But know what to do someday
me I've seen it all before
I've climbed to the of the tallest trees
To get away from the deep
To the touch of the smallest breeze
You'll find a girl with a low
Who the world in her bare hands
You'll in love you'll have no choice
Once you are given a chance
For the first you will sleep well
a deep breath
See the sun
on to her for dear life
And watch the whole world unwind
Ask her to show you some
And I that she will say yes
Tell her you've forever and
be together not a day less
Just until that time comes
And after you cross that first
the hardest part is behind you
And all the will be worthwhile
(From storm clouds, Come angels, Let pain you pleasure
From dirt roads, to flowers, faith can be measured
From storm clouds, angels, Let pain give you pleasure
dirt roads, To Flowers, when faith can be measured.

I know a man who was with his heart on the outside
mans worst fear he also had heavy hands
He couldn't touch his face
He couldn't a baby
He would never desert
But he was worried he would them maybe
Mad at the his face turned hot pink
The he could do was just try to not think
But he was to
So he would try rarely
He the last page of every book in the library
He the charisma
Of a true crime fighter
try to write but kept breaking his typewriter
He preaches manifesto militant
Was diligent but his greatest mistakes gramatical
If he only spent more rehearsing and preparing
There have to be so much cursing and swearing
on fire
His volume was
No one had him about the power of whispering
He is
kisses
Eats
His of a volcano
He is a
He on stilts
But stand for funny stuff
Ask me
He just hasn't been the sun enough
He self-portraits
a roller
Only corn
And then tries to sell his own
On a corner
He always everyone's numbers
And sometimes cries into his own hands

(Scratching... Mixes...)
Sometimes crimes blow my mind
And lord I try to close my eyes
But it so fast
I my eye on the ball
But still I asked to be a fly on the wall
And
Sometimes dumb blow my mind
And lord knows I try to my eyes
But it so fast
I my eye on the ball
But still I asked to be a fly on the wall
Read beginning to end and sideways
I've the length of your desert highways
under your bed
And in ditches
I saw scars
Was kept in
To from crying
I'm trying not to pay
But as I may mentioned
I'm being held
I'm and exhausted
I want to go now
But I'm to far
And I don't even how
The silent and tarnished armor
Charming and
The charma
Might get
Dancing with
And playing
It's the plan
Of the man
And what's it
Living
You may ask
Standing on the other
A two way
Well it's not what it's up to be
I'll you that much
You can
But you can't

Sometimes dumb blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my
But it happens so
I my eye on the ball
But still I asked to be a fly on the wall
And
Sometimes dumb crimes my mind
And knows I try to close my eyes
But it happens so
I keep my eye on the
But I never asked to be a fly on the wall
All I to do
Is go fly a
Or take a
And try and myself
From taking a flying
ringing in my ears
Especially at
Collidescopic of a cocaine cat fight
People play games
Behind doors
Secrets are
When nobody yours
But somebody
You forgot the bottom feeders
The dirty rotten
And all of the stock
Sometimes dumb blow my mind
And lord knows I try to my eyes
But it so fast
I my eye on the ball
But I never asked to be a fly on the wall
And
Sometimes crimes blow my mind
And lord I try to close my eyes
But it happens so
I keep my eye on the
But still I asked to be a fly on the wall