Luyện nghe bài hát Tall Tales Taste Like Sour Grapes

Too patience, no resistance
Within the shouting
You can a blind man's bluff

Dragging names the mind
And biting his tongue
The in the air and I'm spitting out prayers
While the ravenous all eat fill

Tell me, me a story
me not to worry or pick up the phone
So I'm turning, turning a ear
So that I hear them throwing stone

Too much hog wart, not enough
made the front page
You could use a fine tooth

To get a word the wise
Would be a surprise
an ear to the ground
So to drown out the
Of the that make me whole

Tell me, tell me a
Tell me not to or pick up the phone
So I'm turning, turning a ear
So that I don't hear them throwing

These walls talk
when somebody knocks
These walls stand
For else but themselves
walls don't fall
Even when gravity's us all

Tell me, tell me a
Tell me not to worry or up the phone
So I'm turning, a deaf ear
So that I don't them throwing stone