Luyện nghe bài hát Grassroots

I flip when I kick it, it
So I can check not in a daily style
But once in every so I can
File check, check the files of my brain
Many of meanings manage to come the insane
And the butcher, the baker, the drama maker
A cracker on a truck breaker, breaker

to everyone, then disregard it
The meaningful comes back, back to where it started
In your cranium surrounded by pot like a
A capital two in my mind, give me some peace
I looked at her, I looked at him and neither one did
Where the wild grow, check it out

I look for an and there's absolutely none
The is what you shoot for, not one
Nothing brings it all together, the journey's done
I'd sing you Weather' but it's been sung
So have some fun

311 has roots, come on jump
311 has grass roots,
311 has roots, for your funk
311 has roots

Challenge comes and goes an' will be another
I say it on
The roots that grow underground are as big as the
That you see, if not it will fall

We waste so many standing on convention
The only survey is when our heart pays no
Buddy, drop down, ooh

with persistence, cover much distance
Knowing no perdition, my game for instance
311, to no tradition
And the 311 not down with conviction
But a different people already told what we about
So I not attempt to try an' suss the stupid out

I'd turned into a roughneck, that was not my
It doesn't even really matter unless I fail to mention
Peace to all crews want some peace
the Mid, then the West, then we slide through the East
A piece to any crew that a piece
Peace to all crews that want peace, it out

I look for and there's absolutely none
The truth is what you for not one
Nothing brings it all together, the journey's done
I'd be in 'Stormy but it's been sung
So, have some fun

311 has roots, come on jump
311 has roots, true
311 has grass roots, for your
311 has grass

Challenge comes and and there will be another
I say it on
The roots grow underground are as big as the tree
That you see, if not it will fall

We waste so moments standing on convention
The survey is when our heart pays no attention

Knowing no conviction, no