Luyện nghe bài hát Tongue-Splitter

Psycho once claimed
I had neurosis
Well, I only said a words
And he made his

He I could say whatever I want
Because I chose this
So I spat, grinned, then I at him
And I him a glass cold kiss behind

Knows just 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 sleep pathetically
While so poetically

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

It was a whimpering
Winter night
When my tongue grew
And to flight

The thought had crossed
My mind before that
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
Then there's so room for regret

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

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

As the mic to whisper
And the words to blister in my mouth
That I know aren't

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

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

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

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

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