Luyện nghe bài hát Tongue-Splitter

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

He said I say whatever I want
Because I never chose
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 asking for pity
Oh woe, is me
I'm not losing sleep
While so poetically

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

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

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

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

Little voice, little
Little 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 four of my
Who behind me
On the stage night

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

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

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

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

So me again how my life
Should have before I was spineless
I gave in

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