Luyện nghe bài hát Tasmanian Pain Coaster

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

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

Un, dos, un, dos, tres,

I saw this kid down the street
I was like

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Many men make moves useless
Use quick, losers, juiceless
Bitch, speak the truth or you leave toothless
Two fists of the furiously
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, and flask of the cheapest liquor you have
In the back of the Tasmanian path, again laughin'
Cacklin' at the randomness of the and all its facts

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

This is the sound of what you don't know you
is the sound 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 what you know killing you
is the sound 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

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

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

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