Luyện nghe bài hát Tongue-Splitter

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

He said I say whatever I want
I never chose this
So I spat, grinned, then I at him
And I him a glass cold kiss behind

Knows just when I let a 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
waxing so poetically

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

It was a wicked
Winter night
When my grew wings
And took to

The had never crossed
My before that moment
Is the truth so bent, it can't be

got the best of me
And had a conference the rest of me
And said if is all that's left for me
Then there's so little for regret

Little voice, little
Little voice my head
Said if you don't nothing
Then you might as be dead
as well be dead
Might as be dead

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

As the mic starts to
And the words to blister in my mouth
That I know aren't

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

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

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

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

everybody thinks it's timeless
Well, running out
One I'll never regret is
I never shed my