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 I want
Because I never chose
So I spat, grinned, then I at him
And I him a glass cold kiss behind

just when I let a bottom be dead
Never too if it's the truth or a lie

I'm not asking for pity
Oh woe, is me
I'm not losing sleep
While so poetically

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

It was a whimpering
Winter plagued
When my tongue wings
And to flight

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

got the best of me
And had a conference with the of me
And if this is all that's left for me
there's so little room for regret

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

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

As the mic to whisper
And the words start to in my mouth
That I know right

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

It's the mask quite often
Starts to eat your face
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 been I was spineless
Before I in

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