Luyện nghe bài hát Painkillers

On behalf of Pan Am Airlines, we'd like to be the
To welcome you to New City
We'd like to you for flying Pan Am
The local time is a.m. and the temperature is 89 degrees

been up all night on the redeye flight
The dawn's light, got the skyline bright
I'm in the back of a car
My kind of nervous

'Cause I'm tokin' on a that's fat
You say, you know you at
I say, I where I am
And if you want a tip then mister don't get flam

I ain't tryin' to be rude and I ain't stressin' you
But this shit right here, it be the breakfast of
I've tokin' on this since thirteen years old
And I look up at my wall, I see platinum and gold

And there nobody sneezin' at the money I fold
And I here for your pleasin', so put that shit on hold
Just keep your mouth and get me to the hotel
And turn the radio up I finish this L

Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr.
Your usual room is ready and
Let me take your
If you need while you're staying just let me know
lookin' out

That's for you, I hop out my car, into the lobby
Everybody's on the floor, a motherfuckin' robbery
The shit's in progress, I can the stress
I wanna silently to God how did I get in this

They tell me to freeze and get on my knees
Between my and my cash, I'm holdin' thirty five G's
They told me to run it, so I got and I fronted
And like Slick Rick said, I knew, I of done it

'Cause now standin' over me, watchin' me bleed
Damn, I got to quit all this weed
There's a pain in my chest but yo, I be blessed
Because before I out, I saw the EMS

The paramedics, they greet me with anesthetics
killin' my pain, they screamin' my name
Tryin' to me in the conscious world
I'm thinkin' about my mom, my and my girl

I'm prayin' to God don't let go too far
As they rush me the St. Luke's O.R.
They the bullets out my chest and give 'em back in a jar
Now, I'm wearin' scar 'cause I tried to play hard

Mr. Ford, I'm afraid, I some bad news for you
What are you about?
It would appear that one of the grazed your spine
And the cord
So what are you to tell me?
Well, it's safe to say, I don't think, you'll be around anymore

Yo, this happen to me, I just can't believe it
Trapped in a wheelchair, a
There ain't no rehab, there ain't no
For the rest of my life somebody's gotta care of me

And people stare at me with pity in their
And every mornin' I rise to a of despise
And night I think, I might never rock the mic again
'Cause my brain's up on percacet and vicadin

Might as well be heroin through my veins
kill these pains or blow out my brains
To free me from chains
I'm trapped in this hell

To walk again, I just might my soul
And I'm only twenty years old