Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Friend

Thou mayest
Tune onto the channel
And see it it is baby

You be a champion
Never on me
Deceit, deceit,

Getting dusty in the

Yo, I was thinking about my sick
Stringing a around my wits end
13 loops later his hung inches out the pig pen
Motley day goblins brought him pillage to pass the

With bad javelin tip dipped inside, barreled, magic brilliance
Who at the tomb of the 'Unknown Soldier'?
To the fascist fragment choreographed
In dancing for nickels

Looked sickle cells to the principles of pi rotary
One hope distortion odyssey itself
To my how not example
Give me the bread while considering the littering

I dont the head rush or the whimpering, spill
Anchor to rock bottom, rocks bottom packs a catalyst
arachnid, leashed by the carnal tyrant
I choked the cage bird sings it stings

Springs me out delirium to stitch them wings
I sink instinctively brinked while they're clinging the souls
Mourning the death of fallen to quality control
Quality control, still string up the banner

From the beehive to the anthill, rag
Incorporate the unison of Vikings ship plus the perfection
Of the twice to burn with half the stone
Speak assessments

My communicative pleads the needs
Of a hungry victims gripped by the hell
Thats to splinters and got
Shivving up the of natives and its league marvels

One sure to shock a mass burial, breeze
Broken penny fragments float up at stagnant seas
Dirty work plus applicants with box disease
Iron bandit, give the stars, the head balloons and rubies
Asked for many moons and I cant stand it any

This is how I feel that I
And the regulars so amazed

I'm the mightiest slinger of all
There is a for war and a time for peace
And a time to run and a time to

Getting dusty in the

I dont run a funny race, malnourished and loopy admirals
Where 99.9 per cent by their broken axles
I built boats of a rat bats of bully club swung
utility inhalants nail it to stability and sail it

Lopsided Star bow crooked mass makeshift
Patching holes with gum and stitching sail to thirsty faces
Observe me sitting with my eyes tied to the
Cause I know that that wind kicks up you

And your motors roped to the dock
And its the, art of clarity to slender extension
Of blue sky of a happy
String on my ring has left me

Like wooden dummies in a nature
Merry etiquette's a door nail, friends is little dolls of paper
In assembly, I with a crocodile smile
Hiding a fish out of water complex provided upon

Now if I, were to, hold to
To the game plan, would you honestly impede
I mean I guess, I can divorce me from the rest
And blame my chemical imbalance for the fact Ive made a

But my loyalty supply on which [unverified] I should run with
And Im thinking that damn town priors about to fill this here
Its that, grand precious that that part of you wants to touch
And part of you just to sit and be impressed with

Tainted agony induct in barnacle
swinging upon the barnstorm to perpendicular traffic
Spread, circle 4,000 circuits you to cater wings
Above alkadiene Townsman spoon-fed the

Im of being wired into the thief ratio
Its gnawing a hole through my so I leave
(Know I mean?)

It is the cocktail hour
I not brought you blessings without number?

They have plenty of
And is plenty for them
Yeah, I've never had it so

dusty in the cellar
Getting in the cellar
Getting in the cellar