Luyện nghe bài hát Nightlight

Day turns (8x)

Light suckas..
Put one up shackle me, not clean logic
I did invent the wheel, in a generation
While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the
I locate halos and pass em out to the pavement
catch a 30-second flash frame
Dirty cooperative Neptune bloom split
Fantastic! Fathom the splicing of league low lifes
With anti earthworm mentality (Godzilla!)
I pace my game for hour completion
See a still a cretin even speakin' altered moniker
American nightmare in the monitor
I'll hold the door open so you can stagger
Then ten berserk and cookies in after you
the gutter and I spell it with the 'G' I stole from 'Get
the up'
crutch stolen wretched refuse of my teaming dumb luck
Still I promise storm breed still bleeding Amish
See the freaks sucked out the bottom dropped while three bears the cottage
And I can't now
Yeah, the laugh
You won't be laughing your covered wagons crash
You won't be when you're hosted by the ghost of
past
You won't be laughing when your blow up
got a and won't give up the ass
And I lay my to rest when I'm impressed
So I staple-gun to my feet
This origami dream is beautiful: the tail watch the wings

But you really do a thing with that

All I wanted was to pick apart the day
up the pieces
Spit 'em at your
Reachin' the city of barnacles and leeches
got me when the daylight went to evening
(Light) Day (Light) x8

I'm pretty I got a pulse.. plus
We Shimmy cross the centerfold, and our night light

Just let me the crumbs (Please)
With deadly stains
To hear the plane to conscious
The results a dead-beat to make a dollar off a bomb
(OK)
Lift me to activism chain activate wild-style Pluto
Set a course then the button
I swallow born by the laws of a morbid glutton (alley gospel)
I can spot a drunk battalion by the Charlie waddle
Zig zag and zig 'em again they can pull a badge out
But I out
Another installment of one night in Gotham like
we have a problem'
They're buffing the the same days the graffiti writers
'em
Who split how many freaks on box cuts of a high road
Heads ripped! Watch red bricks turn
I'll try to meet the
But a tin-man holding an oil can
won't let a crab break in his new shell-toes
Life's not a bitch, life is a
who the villagers circling the marketplace
out for the G-spot
Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any interests
Or maybe you're an asshole; maybe I'm just an asshole
Kiss the wire, seaming swashbuckler or pagan thresh hold
Stomach of diner food
Wings span cast black upon
Here to help release the rabid hounds or apart your mood
I got friend of polar nature and it's all peace
I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast
Captain!
This cat is asking if I've seen his bit of lost
I told him: I gave him one last look and smashed him

All I ever wanted was to pick the day
up the pieces
Spit 'em at your
the city of lost barnacles and leeches
Night-light got me when the daylight went to
(Light) Day (Light)..