Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Lotta Walls

Dialed up his Murs on the telephone
Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him the hell is wrong
Brain freezing up, he don't know to do
But the people that know him know it ain't nothing new
Catch five rings, then an machine
Hang up on the beep, up towards the ceiling
Stood up to remember he slept fully-dressed
So he grabbed his and put a hat on his rat's nest
Stepped up to big outside
once said "Today's a good day to die."
But he never was a big fan of their work
So he up the walk by kicking sand in the dirt
A friend to the strangers, a stranger to
He'll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes you have a minute
it. Paid up. The change, you can keep it
He's a for the morning smile and summer cleavage
If you knew him he'd ask for some time
'cause he's looking for a reservoire to his mind
And there's only so much he can put in a
Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the is wrong

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And this house has gotta lotta
But only very few anything to you
And this has gotta lotta walls
But only very few mean to you

No shop to titillate
Far from shallow, so get it
Blacktop, sidewalk,and the
'cause is priceless and talk is cheap
And as he sits (as he sits) in his room
Following a tune, to consume
learning and analyzing the lyrics you use
Finally realizing that humility is a
Scared love don't none
If these walls speak, they would peep about the fake ones
this man, falling off of his plan-
Underachievin' so he can understand. (Crazy reverse speech.)

So, who did your
nice
And who built your
life
If he had a glass pipe, he would it and use it to slash his wrists
But someone already him to it
He would fingerpaint you a picture his blood
A self-portrait, dramatic and
But the odds of you any appreciation are too slim-
Keeps his outlook
Tap his foot to the rhythm of sin
Throw his balls to the wind trying to know these pins
He'll keep swinging from the hair above his
he finds his soul in the fifty cent bin
The of the payphone escalates
Fake smile when he takes home one of his
He could write another for you to break
Or stay calm and wait for that big earthquake
Still surrounded by the and the water
Still trying to honor this daughter
Still answering questions afraid to ask
Still believing that God's save his ass

If you him better he'd ask for some time
'cause looking for a reservoire to empty his mind
And there's only so much he can put in a
Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is