Luyện nghe bài hát Tongue-Splitter

Psycho therapist claimed
I had acute
Well, I only a couple words
And he his diagnosis

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

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

I'm not for your pity
Oh woe, is me
I'm not sleep pathetically
While so poetically

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

It was a whimpering
plagued night
When my tongue grew
And took to

The thought had crossed
My before that moment
Is the so bent, it can't be broken

Jealousy got the of me
And had a with the rest of me
And said if is all that's left for me
Then there's so little room for

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

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 blister in my
That I aren't right

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

It's the mask that quite
Starts to eat into face
So wear it lightly a cap
That can be replaced

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

So tell me how my life
Should been before I was spineless
I gave in

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