Luyện nghe bài hát Traps And Tricks And Such

The cops in this city are a problem.
Embellishing pulse,
And losing conscience.
Oh Oh, Oh Oh
Run the fields,
through the fields,
Blaze the fields,
And feel all the 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 steal all the you can feel.
Dissecting intangibles and pink capsules;
You'd never 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,
Which infant has one for me?
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey!
All I want to do is your neck and see how your body sweats.
Oh honey, scream my name!
Please, Please,
Just take that razor and cut out teeth 'til...
fingers, goddamn!
fingers, woah!
Three roll, and ten pins to go.
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah!
Ten babies sitting on keys,
Which little has one for me?
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey!
to the wild, 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 a body 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,
That old Owl and too,
Their cake is served vengeance.
Christopher Robin know how to stop them...
So problems and no time to solve them.
a big word, so attack.
Picture me sailing the blue ceilings:
Skies at our wedding, and when you're leaving.
I the ring will fit.
These wounds fit my tongue my hand in a glove.
Don't you spill your milk push comes to shove.
a big word, so attack.
I to go to the hell below,
See if I can cast a to hold,
Though nothing.
I want to be the boy can't be seen;
I'm just to envious of her and bees.
She's too damn I can't attack.
What the hell is the deal, I can't make any sense.
lyrics are pretentious and affected at best.
And I'm full of it, but I can't now.
I'm so of writing about 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 with my own self.
I keep bluffing away on hands that I am dealt -
It's romantic, but cheap.