Luyện nghe bài hát Traps And Tricks And Such

The in this city are making a problem.
this pulse,
And their conscience.
Oh Oh, Oh Oh
Run the fields,
through the fields,
Blaze the fields,
And all the words you can steal.
Comforting and mirrors beside them
Are converting the to worship my poison.
Hey Hey, Hey Hey
Run the fields,
Burn the fields,
through the fields,
And all the words you can feel.
Dissecting intangibles and pink capsules;
never know how far he'd go until he's gone.
Taking razor to sharpen your teeth and...
fingers, goddamn!
fingers, woah!
Three fingers roll, and ten to go.
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah!
Ten tiny babies 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 please honey, 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,
Which little has one for me?
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey!
to the wild, wild East!
I to go to the town below to see if I can find a stranger to hold.
I'm a big word, and I attack.
I to find a body that can't be seen;
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 won't know how to them...
So many problems and no to solve them.
a big word, so attack.
Picture me sailing across the ceilings:
Skies at our wedding, and seas when leaving.
I the ring will fit.
These wounds fit my like 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 a shadow to hold,
Though nothing.
I want to be the boy that be seen;
I'm just to envious of her and bees.
too damn cute: I can't attack.
What the hell is the deal, I just can't any sense.
These lyrics are pretentious and at best.
And I'm full of it, but I stop now.
I'm so tired of writing about girls I know.
"The ink starts to run my blood gets too cold."
These are my weak attempts.
So picture me on top such tall buildings;
Such tragic 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 -
It's romantic, but cheap.