Luyện nghe bài hát Tasmanian Pain Coaster

Do you think if you were falling in space
That you would slow down a while
Or go and faster?

and faster
For a long you wouldn't feel anything
Then you would burst into forever
And the angel's won't help you they've all gone away

Un, dos, un, dos, tres,

I saw this kid walking down the
I was wait

Bumped into this kid I knew, he often walk strange
So I ignored the blood on his laces so this cat could face
The dunks and the gaze stayed in an off gray
And the lump in his pocket talked to the ox that he safe

So I saluted him there, for the A
Trapped on the empty platform without the option to
him the standard, yo, what up man, how you landin'?
And the response was no surprise, I maintain

Yeah, we all do, that's the standardized but on some
Really real man, good to see you, really, what the deal?
Oops, fuck, the pooch, asked too much, knew the truth
On the train now, a caboose in his now, no recluse

80 blocks to uptown spot, vocal booth
Metro-card like, you get you pay for stupid, no excuse
He pulled his hoody off his rugged practical
And began to fancy the words I jostled loose

The stogie he lit where he sit looked legit
But when the flame touched to the tip I could smell it's of nit
He leaned his back and inhaled the newpie dip and said
"The whole got my mind cryin' if I'm lyin' I'm dyin', shit"

This is the sound of what you don't killing you
This is the sound of what you believe still true
This is the sound of what you don't still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a or two

This is the sound of what you don't know you
This is the of what you don't believe still true
This is the sound of what you don't want in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a or two

The whole design got my mind
The whole design got my mind cryin' if I'm I'm dyin'
Dyin', I'm flyin', the line, no disguise, guy, I'm bent up
Know the high by coincidence and I'm tied blind insignificant
To the ground function I'm Munsoned, it's the dreaded 7/10 split

The medic it out to be, epidemic shaded wow for me
Evidence of pressures mounting, residential shroud, King's
Brotherhood of the working wounded, wounded working city
out the trash and strappin' in, let's get it movin', stupid

Many men make more useless
Use quick, losers, juiceless
Bitch, either speak the truth or you toothless
Two fists of the ruthless
Justice for my very own amusement with no for the conclusion

I swagger with rats tappin' the in a Gov. lab
Pass me the gloves, mask and of the cheapest liquor you have
In the back of the path, insane again laughin'
Cacklin' at the randomness of the and all its facts

The art of interrogation agent skippin' class
And at last in a flash on my tip toes walkin' on cracked
Gats and wiz by fast or just catch in my calves like hold that
In other words, I'm trash, glad you

This is the sound of what you don't know you
This is the sound of what you don't believe true
This is the sound of you don't want still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a or two

is the sound of what you don't know killing you
This is the sound of you don't believe still true
This is the sound of what you want still in you
TPC motherfucker, cop a or two

Your future's uncertain now
The plot smears on the wall,
Said, your future's uncertain now
The plot on the wall

future's uncertain here now
The plot on the wall, wall
Said, future's uncertain here now
The smears on the wall

future's uncertain here now
The plot on the wall, wall
Said, your future's uncertain now
The plot smears on the