Luyện nghe bài hát Tasmanian Pain Coaster

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

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

Un, dos, un, dos, tres,

I saw this kid walking down the
I was wait

Bumped into kid I knew, he often would walk strange
So I ignored the blood on his laces so cat could save face
The dunks and the gaze stayed in an off gray
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, what up man, how you
And the hypnotized was no surprise, I maintain

Yeah, we all do, that's the standardized but on some
Really 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 blocks to spot, destination vocal booth
like, you get what you pay for stupid, no excuse
He pulled his hoody off his cabbage rugged
And began to fancy the words I jostled loose

The stogie he brazenly lit he sit looked legit
But when the touched to the tip I could smell it's of another nit
He leaned his head and inhaled the newpie dip and said
"The whole design got my mind 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 true
This is the of what you don't want still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a or two

This is the 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

The whole design got my cryin'
The whole design got my mind 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 7/10 split

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

Many men make moves useless
Use abuse quick, losers,
Bitch, either the truth or you leave toothless
Two fists of the 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 of the cheapest liquor you have
In the back of the Tasmanian path, again laughin'
Cacklin' at the randomness of the city and all its

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 other words, I'm trash, you asked

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 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 still
This is the sound of 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 uncertain now
The plot smears on the

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

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