Luyện nghe bài hát Traps And Tricks And Such

The cops in this are making a problem.
Embellishing pulse,
And losing conscience.
Oh Oh, Oh Oh
Run the fields,
Burn 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 know how far he'd go until gone.
Taking that razor to sharpen your and...
fingers, goddamn!
fingers, woah!
Three fingers roll, and ten 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!
All I want to do is kiss your neck and see how body sweats.
Oh honey, scream my name!
Please, Please,
Just take that razor and cut out those 'til...
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!
Welcome to the wild, East!
I want to go to the town below to see if I can find a to hold.
I'm a big word, and I attack.
I to find 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,
old Owl and Eeyore too,
Their cake is served vengeance.
Christopher won't know how to stop 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 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.
too damn cute: I can't attack.
What the hell is the deal, I just can't any sense.
These lyrics are and affected at best.
And I'm full of it, but I can't now.
I'm so tired of writing about girls I know.
"The ink starts to run when my blood too cold."
metaphors are my weak attempts.
So me smiling on top such tall buildings;
Such endings for bad luck, bad timings.
I they let me slip.
I get so fed up with my own self.
I keep bluffing away on shitty hands that I am -
It's romantic, but cheap.