Luyện nghe bài hát Tasmanian Pain Coaster

Do you that if you were falling in space
That you would slow 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 won't help you 'cause they've all gone

Un, dos, un, dos, tres,

I saw kid walking down the street
I was like

Bumped into kid I knew, he often would walk strange
So I ignored the blood on his laces so cat could save face
The and the gaze stayed in an off gray haze
And the lump in his talked 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 response was no surprise, I maintain

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, asked too much, the truth
On the now, a caboose in his brain now, no recluse

80 to uptown spot, destination vocal booth
like, you get what you pay for stupid, no excuse
He pulled his hoody off his rugged practical
And began to fancy the words I mistakenly jostled

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

This is the of what you don't 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 what you don't know you
This is the sound of what you don't believe true
This is the sound of what you don't 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 high by coincidence and I'm tied insignificant
To the ground function I'm Munsoned, it's the dreaded split again

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

Many men make moves more
Use quick, losers, juiceless
Bitch, either the truth or you leave toothless
Two fists of the furiously
Justice for my very own amusement no regard for the conclusion

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

The dark art of interrogation agent skippin'
And at last in a on my tip toes walkin' on cracked glass
Gats blast and wiz by fast or just catch in my calves 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

is the sound of what you don't 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

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

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

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