Luyện nghe bài hát You Do Mutilate?

Oh, you can
We're gonna
Our poverty
the answers all away

I my suitcase red for the reading
Which only ended in conversation
All I want, genetic telephonic
Until the Spanish got so ill
I was home schooled a knife in my shoe

Never seen act so cruel
The self brutality was, oh, so
I made him a potion in a column
Smile, gimme a shrug, I was a fuck up
Now I see your face Chinese urine

She came over the
an argument in her head, no empathy
Escape strategy, I her
We were to share a genuine human moment
Just like the way they do in

I'm in a war with this depression
not the star I'm trying to call
I've been standing on this strand far too y'all
Go ahead, go

Somebody will slap away your blindness?
want?
Somebody corrupt your heart with too much kindness?
your Busta Rhymness

She met a black man in
My licked it
I don't need any of that
I need that works, motherfucker

I were you flattered
I to get you drunk
I you're collecting disciples
I know you want to be the godmother of soul
Someday,

There are for you, Jane
Never use your name
I wanna snatch you up for a
Make you feel godless people

knew you were special
Your best friend me he saw you crying
wants to crescendo
Take a memento

We tried to isolate X-X pleasure X-Y
I was the family secret
Or a symptom of wilderness hate
custodian
For experimental post relationships

In fact we tried isolate X-X infinite X-Y
Ineffectually, I'm not allowed to show the
Not to expose the pain

I still was the secret
Or a symptom of some wilderness
custodian
For post human relationships

In fact we tried isolate X-X pleasure X-Y
Ineffectually, I'm not allowed to the pain
Not to expose the pain

All the white from my neighborhood are dead
All the black have turned pink for the winter
Everybody's searching for a
A reason to blow up
Could be

will certain people realize
An is nothing to live for
Nothing to die for, nothing to for
If in this life are not sacred
Then that's a part of it is sacred either

If you think God is more important than neighbor
capable of terrible evil
If you some prophet's words are more important
Than brother and your sister
You're ill and you're wrong, wrong