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,
Burn the fields,
through the fields,
And feel all the you can steal.
closets and mirrors beside them
Are the choir to worship my poison.
Hey Hey, Hey Hey
Run the fields,
Burn the fields,
through the fields,
And steal all the you can feel.
intangibles and pink plastic capsules;
You'd know how far he'd go until he's gone.
Taking that to sharpen your teeth and...
fingers, goddamn!
fingers, woah!
Three fingers roll, and ten to go.
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah!
Ten tiny sitting on keys,
little infant has one for me?
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey!
All I want to do is kiss your neck and see how body sweats.
Oh honey, scream my name!
Please, Please,
take that razor and cut out those teeth 'til...
fingers, goddamn!
fingers, woah!
Three roll, and ten pins to go.
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah!
Ten tiny 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 to see if I can find a stranger to hold.
I'm a big word, and I attack.
I want to find a that can't be seen;
It will be all the envy of the and bees.
a big word, heart attack.
Rabbit and Piglet and The Pooh,
old Owl and Eeyore too,
Their is served with vengeance.
Christopher Robin won't how to stop them...
So problems and no time to solve them.
a big word, so attack.
Picture me across the blue ceilings:
Skies at our wedding, and seas you're leaving.
I hope the ring fit.
These wounds fit my like my hand in a glove.
you spill your milk when push comes to shove.
a big word, so attack.
I want to go to the below,
See if I can a shadow to hold,
Though nothing.
I want to be the boy can't be seen;
I'm just to of her birds and bees.
She's too damn I can't attack.
What the hell is the deal, I can't make any sense.
These lyrics are pretentious and at best.
And I'm full of it, but I stop now.
I'm so tired of about girls I don't know.
"The ink starts to run when my gets too cold."
These metaphors are my attempts.
So picture me on top such tall buildings;
Such endings for bad luck, bad timings.
I they let me slip.
I get so fed up my own selfish self.
I keep away on shitty hands that I am dealt -
romantic, but it's cheap.