Luyện nghe bài hát Tongue-Splitter

Psycho therapist claimed
I had acute
Well, I only said a couple
And he made his

He I could say whatever I want
Because I never this
So I spat, grinned, then I at him
And I blew him a glass cold kiss

just when I let a bottom be dead
Never too if it's the truth or a lie

I'm not asking for pity
Oh woe, is me
I'm not losing pathetically
waxing so poetically

But I'm waning, alphabetically
As I keep bombs, dropping bombs
Dropping bombs

It was a wicked
Winter night
my tongue grew wings
And to flight

The thought had never
My mind that moment
Is the so bent, it can't be broken

got the best of me
And had a with the rest of me
And said if this is all that's for me
there's so little room for regret

Little voice, voice
Little inside my head
if you don't regret nothing
Then you might as well be
Might as well be
Might as be dead

So I apologize,
To the four of my
Who stand me
On the every night

As the mic to whisper
And the start to blister in my mouth
That I know right

I gotta get to who I was
Before my last ten on auto-pilot

It's the mask that often
Starts to eat your face
So wear it like a cap
That can be replaced

I gotta get to who I was
Before my ten years on auto-pilot

So tell me how my life
Should been before I was spineless
I gave in

'Cause everybody it's timeless
Well, running out
One thing never regret is
I never shed my