Luyện nghe bài hát Tasmanian Pain Coaster

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

Faster and
For a long you wouldn't feel anything
Then you would burst into forever
And the angel's won't help you 'cause they've all 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 walk
So I ignored the blood on his laces so this cat save face
The and the gaze stayed in an off gray haze
And the lump in his pocket talked to the ox 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, what up man, how you
And the response was no surprise, I maintain

Yeah, we all do, that's the standardized but on some
real man, good to see you, really, what the dealy 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 booth
like, you get what you pay for stupid, no excuse
He pulled his off his cabbage rugged practical
And to fancy the words I mistakenly jostled loose

The stogie he brazenly lit where he sit looked
But when the flame touched to the tip I could it's of another nit
He leaned his 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 you don't know 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

This is the sound of what you know 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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