Luyện nghe bài hát Traps And Tricks And Such

The cops in this city are a problem.
this pulse,
And losing conscience.
Oh Oh, Oh Oh
Run the fields,
through the fields,
Blaze the fields,
And feel all the you can steal.
closets and mirrors beside them
Are converting the choir to my poison.
Hey Hey, Hey Hey
Run the fields,
Burn the fields,
through the fields,
And steal all the you can feel.
Dissecting and pink plastic capsules;
You'd never know how far he'd go until gone.
that razor 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 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 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!
to the wild, wild East!
I want to go to the below to see if I can find a stranger to hold.
I'm a big word, and I attack.
I want to find a body that 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 with vengeance.
Christopher Robin won't know how to them...
So many and no time to solve them.
a big word, so attack.
Picture me sailing across the ceilings:
Skies at our wedding, and seas when leaving.
I hope the will fit.
These wounds fit my tongue my hand in a glove.
Don't you spill your 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,
it's nothing.
I want to be the boy that can't be
I'm to envious of her birds and bees.
She's too cute: I can't attack.
What the hell is the deal, I just make any sense.
lyrics are pretentious and affected at best.
And I'm of it, but I can't stop now.
I'm so tired of writing about girls I know.
"The ink to run when my blood gets too cold."
metaphors are my weak attempts.
So me smiling on top such tall buildings;
tragic 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 that I am dealt -
romantic, but it's cheap.