Luyện nghe bài hát No City

For of a nail the shoe was lost
For want of a the horse was lost
For want of a horse the was lost
For of a rider the battle was lost
For of a battle the kingdom was lost
And all for the of a horseshoe..

is a hole in front of the shovel
Shovel in front of the
Six billion gorillas for whom the graves
Each with his mulish days to choose his tool of
Duelin blades qued a cruel charade and fuel the flames

Few would the crew into the civil
Skip the food and like you the man
who flew the over the pit-bulls
back, flashin and compassion
And now I believe this
Sat beneath an and jagged a nautical season

And I will stop the violence more than I was Pontious
and robbers riot by the thoughts of noxious sirens
'A' as in gullible you figure all man no brainer
at his friends and neighbors dedicate 'er

Moms raised the babies through a churchy '80s
Sunday mornings reinforce the waiting game to
Any but apparently infernal-bound now
For a man of cloth has said his wrongs and when in doubt, doubt

The punishment should fit the you must punish him
Never puncture skin or pull the colored rugs from under
Two opposing mother ships not employ the gunners deck
'Cause brotherhoods of public good do not the unctuous
And you. observe and have the disproportionate
To the away decide to maketh his day (do it)
All the stubborn odium glowin a coal
To where he coulda stood easily in the tub jugglin

No mountain too
No too far
No coma too
No tomorrow
No too live
No too charged
No too signed
No city too

I picked the up with a grown-up mode approach
Skin crawlin off the drawl and now I the awkward tone-em
I'd it wasn't roses
But it was less corrosive
Coastin to the focus of the diagnosis
Like homes, the barnacles that chew the flesh of man
Have clued into the was capital to a beggar sand
And uncomfortably. sung a legacy of gluttony
With carnivores that burrow hunters into the blood in meat
umm,

Jenny chin-up and the city this in a pent-up letter numbed the spitting stigma
Along a spider, sold a (regs) to any buyer
How to shoot a back with six legs wider than the driver
If you no friends on the way to the top rung
There is no secret club I do not give a fuck
But know the cancers make the olive branches obviously
So when they extend from the Yatson drop your canons

All kings hang em for the cliffs side dry
Will he clip the zip or slip for his final dip dive?
If he live will he survive the milligrams of
pump into the pin-stripped pentagrams over Tinsel-town
Or kill a man who trickled down the city with his out
Or sickles, dipped in hells, bells and whistles
Riders to the east, not a tribes
Thank you for the peace on earth and mercy milds

No mountain to
No too far
No coma too
No tomorrow
No too live
No too charged
No too signed
No too guard