Luyện nghe bài hát Tasmanian Pain Coaster

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

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

Un, dos, un, dos, tres,

I saw this kid walking down the
I was like

Bumped this kid I knew, he often would walk strange
So I the blood on his laces so this cat could save face
The dunks and the gaze stayed in an off gray
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 platform 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
real man, good to see you, really, what the dealy 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 vocal
Metro-card like, you get what you pay for stupid, no
He pulled his hoody off his cabbage rugged
And began to fancy the I mistakenly jostled loose

The stogie he lit where he sit looked legit
But when the touched to the tip I could smell it's of another nit
He leaned his back and inhaled the newpie dip and said
"The whole 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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is the sound of 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

is the sound of what you don't know 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

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

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

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