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 know
my memory is shit s'always 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
I'm not being vague enough
Pitchfork, detail, of fuck
I play for and a bunch of crickets
'cause there sure as ain't no one listening

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

the call
Follow me all the way

I can't stop no surprising
into the cold horizon
If I ever feels its
stand my ground and blow the fucker up

'cause then I'd surely a piece
Of what was out of reach
And then I'd get some sleep
the errors of my ways

Jesus Christ who a fuck?
In the great of scams and lies and such
Supposedly if you it up
a glorious pawn, at least you have a job

Instead I'm an ornament
A plastic shape of and ends
Brainwashed and bossed to be the
What for real is just a (game)