Luyện nghe bài hát 1,000 O'Clock

I shoes to bed
Paint teeth on my
Trench foot, for the win
bopper
Petitioned out of creek proper
The only inaccessible on the streaming doppler
Screaming in a sea of TV doctors
Free to occupy the same in differing degrees of seedy commerce
The shot is slow pan, monitor
p.d. blotter under horizontal coffee
More to follow, outside tweakers are in
Teeny Raquel Welch submarining through the blood,
Poisoned or maybejust a toy or two
Depending on the beacon that your voyeurs
That sorta hemming and haunt your boiler rooms abysmally
And kidnap rapid in their infancy
Everything his room scrapped
On a screen that throws gummy bears back, attack!

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

Sensible on ice
Devil high
Like shovels above a lamb with peppercorn eyes
Vendetta-drunk squealing
"it's the pig fever"
Sick people pinky on concealed 6th fingers
That's idle handwork in the spirit of dealers
Look at mommy's little
Custom Troy
Flourish in the blind spot of spittle county gore
Or any readily ebbing and flowing war and peace
1 plain brown key bag head
2 holes later I'll see to this loose
Cats fucked off, at exactly what
The of brotherhood back in his cut palm
It sucks, nauseating dawn crawling with bugs
They seem attracted to the ofthe morally snubbed
See my goodnight irene' massacred in the key of tragedy
diner like "i'll have he's having"

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

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

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