Luyện nghe bài hát Tasmanian Pain Coaster

Do you think that if you were in space
That you slow down after a while
Or go and faster?

Faster and
For a time you wouldn't feel anything
Then you burst into fire forever
And the angel's won't you 'cause they've all gone away

Un, dos, un, dos, tres,

I saw this kid walking the street
I was like

Bumped into this kid I knew, he often would strange
So I ignored the blood on his so this cat could save face
The dunks and the gaze stayed in an off gray
And the lump in his pocket to the ox that he clutched safe

So I saluted him there, for the A
Trapped on the empty without the option to escape
Gave him the standard, yo, up man, how you landin'?
And the response was no surprise, I maintain

Yeah, we all do, that's the standardized refrain but on
real man, good to see you, really, what the dealy deal?
Oops, fuck, screwed the pooch, asked too much, knew the
On the now, a caboose in his brain now, no recluse

80 blocks to uptown spot, destination vocal
like, you get what you pay for stupid, no excuse
He pulled his hoody off his cabbage rugged
And began to fancy the words I mistakenly jostled

The stogie he lit where he sit looked legit
But when the flame touched to the tip I could smell of another nit
He leaned his head back and the newpie dip and said
"The design got my mind cryin' if I'm lyin' I'm dyin', shit"

is the sound of what you don't know killing you
This is the sound of what you believe still true
This is the sound of you don't want still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a or two

This is the sound of what you don't killing you
This is the sound of what you don't still true
This is the sound of you don't want still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a or two

The whole design got my mind
The whole got my mind cryin' if I'm lyin' I'm dyin'
Dyin', I'm flyin', the same line, no disguise, guy, I'm up
Know the sky's high by coincidence and I'm tied insignificant
To the ground function I'm Munsoned, it's the dreaded 7/10 again

The medic made it out to be, epidemic wow for me
Evidence of pressures mounting, residential shroud, County
Brotherhood of the working wounded, working city unit
out the trash and strappin' in, let's get it movin', stupid

Many men make more useless
Use abuse quick, losers,
Bitch, either speak the truth or you leave
Two fists of the ruthless
Justice for my very own with no regard for the conclusion

I swagger with tappin' the glass in a Gov. lab
Pass me the gloves, mask and flask of the liquor you have
In the back of the Tasmanian path, again laughin'
Cacklin' at the of the city and all its facts

The art of interrogation agent skippin' class
And at last in a on my tip toes walkin' on cracked glass
Gats blast and wiz by fast or just catch in my calves hold that
In other words, I'm trash, glad you

This is the sound of what you don't know you
This is the sound of what you believe still true
This is the sound of what you don't still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a or two

This is the sound of you don't know killing you
This is the sound of you don't believe still true
This is the sound of what you want still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a or two

Your future's uncertain now
The plot on the wall, wall
Said, your uncertain here now
The smears on the wall

Your uncertain here now
The plot smears on the wall,
Said, your future's uncertain now
The smears on the wall

future's uncertain here now
The plot on the wall, wall
Said, your uncertain here now
The smears on the wall