Luyện nghe bài hát Tasmanian Pain Coaster

Do you think if you were falling 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 into fire forever
And the angel's help you 'cause they've all gone away

Un, dos, un, dos, tres,

I saw this kid walking down the
I was wait

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

So I saluted him there, for the A
on the empty platform without the option to escape
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 refrain but on
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, vocal booth
Metro-card like, you get you pay for stupid, no excuse
He pulled his hoody off his cabbage practical
And began to the words I mistakenly jostled loose

The stogie he brazenly lit he sit looked legit
But when the flame touched to the tip I could smell it's of nit
He leaned his head back and inhaled the dip and said
"The whole design got my 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 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 what you believe still true
This is the sound of what you want still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a or two

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

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

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

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

The dark art of interrogation agent class
And at last in a 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 believe 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 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

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

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