Luyện nghe bài hát Tongue-Splitter

Psycho therapist once
I had acute
Well, I only said a couple
And he made his

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

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

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

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

It was a whimpering
Winter night
my tongue grew wings
And took to

The thought had crossed
My before that moment
Is the so bent, it can't 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
Then so little room for regret

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

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

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

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

the mask 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
my last ten years on auto-pilot

So tell me how my life
Should have before I was spineless
Before I in

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