Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Friend

Thou indeed
Tune onto the channel
And see it like it is

You be a champion
Never on me
Deceit, deceit,

Getting in the cellar

Yo, I was about my sick friend
Stringing a ring around my end
13 later his feet hung inches out the pig pen
Motley day goblins brought him pillage to the stillness

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

Looked like sickle to the principles of pi rotary
One distortion odyssey sputters itself
To my how not sample
Give me the bread crust while considering the

I pity the head rush or the whimpering, spill
Anchor to bottom, rocks bottom packs a ravenous catalyst
Sprung arachnid, by the carnal tyrant
I choked when the cage bird sings it

Springs me out delirium to stitch them clipped
I sink instinctively brinked while clinging the shrieking souls
Mourning the of fallen ideologues to quality control
Quality control, stand still up the banner

the beehive to the anthill, rag dummy
Incorporate the unison of Vikings throwers plus the perfection
Of the twice to burn with half the throwers
Speak assessments

My communicative hindrance pleads the
Of a billion hungry victims gripped by the
Thats to splinters and got
Shivving up the mass of and its league marvels

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

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

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

dusty in the cellar

I run a funny race, malnourished monarchs and loopy admirals
Where 99.9 per cent swear by their broken
I built boats of a pack rat bats of bully swung
Post utility inhalants nail it to stability and it

Star bird bow crooked mass makeshift
Patching holes with chewing gum and stitching to thirsty faces
Observe me with my eyes tied to the clock
Cause I know that once that kicks up you

And your motors left roped to the
And its the, art of married to slender extension
Of blue sky of a neighborhood
on my ring has left me dancing

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

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

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

agony induct in barnacle attachments
Mood swinging upon the barnstorm to perpendicular
Spread, circle 4,000 circuits you burn to cater
Above Townsman spoon-fed the shadow

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

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

They plenty of nothing
And nothing is for them
Yeah, never had it so good

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