Luyện nghe bài hát Tasmanian Pain Coaster

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

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

Un, dos, un, dos, tres,

I saw this kid down the street
I was wait

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 stayed in an off gray
And the lump in his pocket talked to the ox that he safe

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

Yeah, we all do, that's the standardized but on some
Really real man, 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 spot, destination vocal booth
Metro-card like, you get you pay for stupid, no excuse
He his hoody off his cabbage rugged practical
And began to the words I mistakenly jostled loose

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 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 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

This is the sound of what you 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

The whole got my mind cryin'
The design 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 by coincidence and I'm tied blind insignificant
To the ground function I'm Munsoned, it's the dreaded split again

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

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

I swagger with tappin' the glass 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 randomness of the and all its facts

The dark art of interrogation agent class
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 that
In words, I'm trash, glad you asked

This is the sound of what you don't killing you
This is the sound of what you don't believe still
is the sound of what 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 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 future's here now
The smears on the wall

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

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