Luyện nghe bài hát 1,000 O'Clock

I wear to bed
teeth on my lips
Trench foot, for the win
bopper
Petitioned out of creek proper
The only inaccessible blip on the streaming
Screaming uncle in a sea of TV
Free to occupy the same in differing degrees of seedy commerce
The shot is slow pan, monitor
Flooded p.d. blotter horizontal coffee
More to follow, outside tweakers are in
Teeny Raquel Welch through the blood, voyagers
Poisoned or a misfit toy or two
Depending on the beacon that your choose
That sorta hemming and hawingll haunt boiler rooms abysmally
And kidnap eyes in their infancy
Everything his cutting scrapped
On a silver screen that throws gummy back, attack!

All tribes hoard breads and wines
These climates men to swine
All these hide knives and lead
These can't transform swine to men

Sensible on ice
Devil high
Like shovels above a butter lamb with eyes
Vendetta-drunk leader
"it's the pig fever"
Sick people pinky swearing on 6th fingers
That's handwork in the spirit of death dealers
at mommy's little Hercules
Custom Troy
Flourish in the blind spot of spittle gore police
Or any readily ebbing and flowing war and peace
1 plain key foods bag head
2 holes later I'll see to this loose
Cats fucked off, at what cost
The currency of back in his cut palm
It sucks, it's nauseating crawling with bugs
They seem attracted to the matters ofthe morally
See my goodnight irene' flat in the key of tragedy
Whole diner like "i'll he's having"

All these tribes hoard and wines
These transform men to swine
All these hide knives and lead
These bribes transform swine to men

Today a sea lions got up and left a pier
They had successfully invaded and secured for 20
Some said it was the food supply or weather patterns
Truthfully a whole community of scientists are in 10 showed up at the wharf
As if guided by the of poseidon to cavort
Each a lumbering and glutton
Like a half-ton annoyance til the heart-warming went public
You'll a montage, animals arriving in droves
A bottom dollar turns a to the pride of your cove
Which bring us back up to morning when the colony dove
I got a unsubstantiated thoughts of my own they go
Maybe it'd feel more and less fatty
If a 12 year old wasn't beaning it with salt water
Every 5 fucking seconds, sounds your basic
Liberating moment of collective "fuck fame"

All tribes hoard breads and wines
climates transform men to swine
All these hives knives and lead
These bribes transform swine to men