Luyện nghe bài hát Traps And Tricks And Such

The cops in city are making a problem.
Embellishing pulse,
And losing conscience.
Oh Oh, Oh Oh
Run the fields,
through the fields,
Blaze the fields,
And all the words you can steal.
Comforting closets and mirrors beside
Are converting the choir to my poison.
Hey Hey, Hey Hey
Run the fields,
Burn the fields,
Blaze the fields,
And all the words you can feel.
Dissecting intangibles and pink capsules;
You'd never how far he'd go until he's gone.
Taking razor to sharpen your teeth and...
fingers, goddamn!
fingers, woah!
Three roll, and ten pins to go.
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah!
Ten tiny babies on keys,
little infant has one for me?
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey!
All I want to do is kiss neck and see how your body sweats.
Oh honey, scream my name!
Please, Please,
Just take razor and cut out those teeth 'til...
fingers, goddamn!
fingers, woah!
Three roll, and ten pins to go.
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah!
Ten babies sitting on keys,
little infant has one for me?
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey!
Welcome to the wild, East!
I want to go to the town below to see if I can a stranger to hold.
I'm a big word, and I attack.
I want to find a body that can't be
It be all the envy of the birds and bees.
a big word, heart attack.
Rabbit and and Whinnie The Pooh,
old Owl and Eeyore too,
Their cake is served vengeance.
Christopher Robin know how to stop them...
So many and no time to solve them.
a big word, so attack.
Picture me sailing across the blue
at our wedding, and seas when you're leaving.
I hope the ring fit.
wounds fit my tongue like my hand in a glove.
Don't you your milk when push comes to shove.
a big word, so attack.
I to go to the hell below,
See if I can a shadow to hold,
Though nothing.
I want to be the boy that be seen;
I'm just to of her birds and bees.
She's too cute: I can't attack.
What the hell is the deal, I just make any sense.
These are pretentious and affected at best.
And I'm full of it, but I can't now.
I'm so tired of writing girls I don't know.
"The ink starts to run when my blood too cold."
These metaphors are my attempts.
So picture me on top such tall buildings;
Such tragic for bad luck, bad timings.
I hope let me slip.
I get so fed up my own selfish self.
I keep bluffing away on hands that I am dealt -
romantic, but it's cheap.