Luyện nghe bài hát Tongue-Splitter

Psycho therapist claimed
I had neurosis
Well, I said a couple words
And he his diagnosis

He said I could say whatever I
I never chose this
So I spat, grinned, I looked 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 pity
Oh woe, is me
I'm not losing pathetically
While so poetically

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

It was a wicked
Winter plagued
When my grew wings
And to flight

The thought had crossed
My mind before 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 there's so room for regret

Little voice, little
Little voice inside my
Said if you regret nothing
Then you might as be dead
as well be dead
Might as well be

So I apologize,
To the four of my
Who behind me
On the every night

As the mic to whisper
And the start to blister in my mouth
That I know aren't

I gotta get to who I was
Before my last ten years on

It's the mask that quite
Starts to eat your face
So it lightly like a cap
can quickly be replaced

I gotta get to who I was
Before my ten years on auto-pilot

So tell me again how my
Should have been before I was
Before I in

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