Luyện nghe bài hát Babies With Guns

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This is how the city-folk and mole-people
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next
counties making you upset-set

Harvest all Brand-X Clark to worm food
heart, buried his nozzle in fossil marker art
Pardon, cadaver had a legitimate
And littered all over the village where the skittish pigeons molt
Bastard when the pigeon with Lazarus billy-goat whiskers
He roasted sea-salt in the open
But anarchy slips through the cracks
See naked martyrs Bubblelicious on fishing rods itching to pull it back
With that organic invention incubated to have ?? to make it through
?? on now, a lot of details later
And lot of crews taper out
A wooly mayor souse, who ?? happy shooting at the bladed
Bazooka zoo-keep the paper route with janky funds and favors
Cradled by twelve empty Zelda heart
Man, it's freezing in this brick bitch, winter
Like Punxatawny Phil found with his four furry wrists
I walk face-first through the sex, drugs, and
With things that make Maurice Sendak question his early works
But no hostages, no
Out the clock constant sprockets
Now clocked-off
Running from a rabid ring-wraith click
Serpentine, in and out of jam and murder scenes
Scrub blood of the AF-152, up first degrees
Some toddlers Tommy guns and crack into the nurseries
Dog, there's a fucking baby at the asking for wallets (yeah?)
And those ain't Beanie Babies inside his pockets (nope!)
2010 sonograms the Magnum formed directly out the fetus
Evolution for the killer convenience

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This is how the and mole-people connect-nect
warped the message, tried to pass it to the next next
Data-perforated counties you upset-set

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This is how the hermit and the bee connect-nect
Somebody's losing track of flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
Polka-dotted landscapes, did you expect-pect?

Now a-days, the babies got guns
snipers having clock-tower fun
Misplace the bottle, might a bad one
Have a mid-life crisis when ten years young

If this Jesus around your neck is bigger than your pistol
It makes homicide okie-dokie and your god will you
Just show the saints at gate you should be on the list
"I heard he overlooks manslaughter for a crucifix"
Twisty, fishy, contradicty, wild animal ship
Off the board dock of the Mr. Turtle pool mom bought
Somewhere they dry bones and cool water and ease medulla
After you thumb-suck and get burped and shoot the school up
I'd do it too, but only to no-brainers
Teenager beef alligator teeth and extra-curricular flagpole scrapping
Amongst that have yellow backbones
De-mechanism brought airborne shrapnel scraps to hassle
By the itchy of an umbilically-garped fraggle baby
maybe, you think?
Chopped shop and a mislead, trustee locked box
Hiding clips light the sky in seconds
newly communal hop-scotch gives them leverage
Cut them mortars while I mumble
in the immortal slang of mushmouth for the Nirvana
I to think I'd get hit by a bus or something dumb and dumber
That or bust the slugs plugged by the newest kiddie thug
Self-victim kings who rep a pride dosage
For the holsters are bound to outnumber the roaches
I'm not a
But that even jolt the immobile
when terrorism's all the rage and folk get smoked local
Block, if you me (yeah?)
I had to to DC (yeah?)
To mom's flower garden before the war cheats me (yeah?)
If I'm not in a week tell the crew I said "peace" and lay low
Strays vacate slow

Radio check
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This is how the city-folk and connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to it to the next next
Data-perforated making you upset-set

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is how the hermit and the busy bee connect-nect
Somebody's losing track of flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you

Now a-days, even the babies got
Diaper snipers having fun
Misplace the bottle, catch a bad one
Have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years

Aboard the battleship sky
The day I got the phone Jam Master Jay died
So now I'll probably never write "Daylight"
Because the ?? a ?? into the portable hay-rides
It adds it up when a fall, in comparison to your 99 bottle of beer wall
There's banana peels in your hamster wheels, hand cannons in your shoebox,
Mine's got Adidas, in peace