Luyện nghe bài hát Tasmanian Pain Coaster

Do you that if you were falling in space
That you would slow down after a
Or go faster and

and faster
For a long time you wouldn't anything
Then you would burst into forever
And the angel's won't help you 'cause all gone away

Un, dos, un, dos, tres,

I saw kid walking down the street
I was wait

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

So I him there, waiting for the A
Trapped on the empty platform the option to escape
him the standard, yo, what up man, how you landin'?
And the response was no surprise, I maintain

Yeah, we all do, that's the standardized refrain but on
Really real man, good to see you, really, what the deal?
Oops, fuck, screwed the pooch, asked too much, the truth
On the train now, a 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 he brazenly lit where he sit looked legit
But when the flame touched to the tip I could smell it's of nit
He his head back and inhaled the newpie dip and said
"The whole got my mind cryin' if I'm lyin' I'm dyin', shit"

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

The design got my mind cryin'
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 and I'm tied blind insignificant
To the ground function I'm Munsoned, it's the 7/10 split again

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

Many men make more useless
Use quick, losers, juiceless
Bitch, speak the truth or you leave toothless
Two of the furiously ruthless
for my very own amusement with no regard for the conclusion

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

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

is the sound of what you don't know 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

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

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

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

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