Luyện nghe bài hát Tasmanian Pain Coaster

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

Faster and
For a time you wouldn't feel anything
Then you would into fire forever
And the angel's help you 'cause they've 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 strange
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 talked to the ox that he clutched safe

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

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

80 blocks to uptown spot, destination booth
Metro-card like, you get you pay for stupid, no excuse
He pulled his hoody off his cabbage rugged
And began to fancy the words I mistakenly loose

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

This is the sound of what you don't killing you
This is the of what you don't believe still true
This is the of what you don't want 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
is the sound of what 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 blind
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 pressures mounting, residential shroud, King's
Brotherhood of the working wounded, wounded working city
Taking out the trash and strappin' in, get it movin', stupid

Many men make moves more
Use quick, losers, juiceless
Bitch, either speak the truth or you toothless
Two fists of the ruthless
Justice for my own amusement with no regard for the conclusion

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

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

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

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

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

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