Luyện nghe bài hát Tongue-Splitter

Psycho once claimed
I had acute
Well, I said a couple words
And he his diagnosis

He said I could say whatever I
Because I chose this
So I spat, grinned, then I at him
And I blew him a cold kiss behind

Knows just I let a bottom be dead
too sure if it's the truth or a lie

I'm not asking for your
Oh woe, is me
I'm not losing sleep
While waxing so

But I'm waning, alphabetically
As I keep dropping bombs, bombs
Dropping apologetically

It was a wicked
Winter night
my tongue grew wings
And to flight

The had never crossed
My before that moment
Is the truth so bent, it be broken

got the best of me
And had a with the rest of me
And said if this is all left for me
Then so little room for regret

Little voice, little
voice inside my head
Said if you don't regret
Then you might as well be
as well be dead
Might as well be

So I apologize,
To the of my guys
Who stand me
On the stage every

As the mic starts to
And the words start to in my mouth
I know aren't right

I get back to who I was
Before my last ten on auto-pilot

It's the that quite often
Starts to eat into your
So wear it lightly a cap
That can quickly be

I get back to who I was
Before my last ten on auto-pilot

So me again how my life
Should have before I was spineless
I gave in

'Cause everybody thinks it's
Well, time's out
One thing I'll regret is
I never shed my