Luyện nghe bài hát The Falling

Guns, bitches, hoes,
and disease, and a baseball bat
S T D's that no name
Down at the clinic with a face shame

Russian Roulette a naked flame
slow but in the fast lane
A big nose bleed and a bag of
Just got the news about the in my brain

Just don't care so we it all the same
my best friend sleepin' with my girlfriend, Jane
Now I'm thinkin' of a way to get slain
for hire, they shall get paid

Two-G, Three-G, whatever it
of those fools shoulda got me crossed
I'm just about ready for some thing
grenade on the plane looks another dunblane

Mass murderin', on the floor
dead 'cause I said you shouldn't live no more
You done and made me my cool
Where's my Who's the bigger fool?

Road rage, pavement rage, all of rage
be lucky if you get to see some old age
Every other day's a day to die
Best be careful, if love your life

You don't know nothin', you see nothin'
You don't be nothin', you don't do
But we all got to be and somebody
But everybody here can't be rich

You the sayin', 'Life's A Bitch'
I got my finger on the trigger a nervous twitch
Keep mouth shut, help me dig this ditch
Don't you be a bitch

I a blunt knife and cut a piece of my heart
That's my sacrifice, my device
It sound mad though, my like
Doctor Fosters and his first patient

The God's ain't happy 'cause man is praisin'
Plannin' to get to Heaven with that earthly
Blood money, grudge money, nobody budge
futility, souls on the guillotine

Meantime I unravel, callin' Saville
Come fix my epitomy I'm bitterly the