Luyện nghe bài hát Train Stomp

My V is a 7-0
Which is a little bit than it was before
When it was somewhere in the twenties somewhere I don't
'cause my memory is shit getting worse

If you put me on the
A pro façade can it up
"Is out by some others" and some other stuff
You up real nice mr mental
Perhaps I'm not being enough
Pitchfork, detail, soapbox of
I for tinnitus and a bunch of crickets
there sure as shit ain't no one listening

Ain't shit I say needs a listening
And I don't any of it myself
As soon as it's I disavow you see
I'm not the man a moment (ago)

Heed the
me all the way down

I stop it's no surprising
into the cold horizon
If I feels its touch
I'll my ground and blow the fucker up

then I'd surely hold a piece
Of what was simply out of
And then I'd finally get sleep
the errors of my ways

Jesus Christ who a fuck?
In the great scheme of scams and lies and
if you bought it up
You're a glorious pawn, at least you a job

Instead I'm simply an
A plastic shape of odds and
Brainwashed and to be the same
passes for real is just a (game)