Luyện nghe bài hát Tongue-Splitter

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

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

Knows just I let a bottom be dead
Never too sure if the truth or a lie

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

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

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

The thought had crossed
My mind before moment
Is the truth so bent, it be broken

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

Little voice, little
voice inside my head
Said if you don't regret
you might as well be dead
Might as well be
Might as be dead

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

As the mic to whisper
And the words start to blister in my
I know aren't right

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

It's the that quite often
to eat into your face
So wear it like 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 been I was spineless
Before I in

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