Luyện nghe bài hát Blue In The face

Yo, I surf an axiom kicked in a center fold by ugly
Oh Distribute sour inhalants regulate development
Today summon the rug rat to what's delicate.
Tomorrow imperfection out the fetus prior to selling it.
There is a brain in the thicket tap circle cupping the to accord it
Teeter thorn storm plunges but conformers the pouring's half the entry
Plated pearly gates a chanted axis with high gentry hinging our binging on public picket Squirming in terms in conditions of un-sati fact destiny magnet
Where the should of cracked shit ratio tragic
Lose suit oh mavericks clash at futility pageants
I post froze in a at a grand combustion
A leader's deception connection wiper a barn responds his friend
With an eye socket of needles and a will to die for nothing
And that's glory abide thy crass itinerary barely suitable for slum cats
And the lemmings will you to the blood bath
All aboard that awful train through patch where I'd trade my window seat for one pane of replacement stain glass, see I've battled the gods of opacity
I don't mind looking in, its just watching sim city steam slips under my skin
And im about half way to nausea, way to contempt men
2 halves post a dance evoked a whole lot of resentment
Build a pen around master dome close to four peters
Woke to rope cubicles combines combines suitably ingenious
Let's soak my feet in infinity the time vibe strapped to dignity my symmetries vivid image still cant mimic the victory comfort is a crumb and I'm numb as fuck
Yet some the hum and others tend to suck the life out of the crux like
1,2,3,4 and im a hug dummy hug the hungry pull the lever push the
Drink the garbage the homage reap the harvest target everyone
Beckon eyes idols that have a malleable colony till the fire ant dropped the sweet leaf grief your dreams a needle in a needle stack safety pin physics
Baby tin collide while ole iron sides trust the rivets
I'm sick of the picker the litter soaking the spot lit when I know know they owe all thanks to the end all Aesop Rock shit watch this

Build me a home; build me a of brick and wood and everything good
With a front porch where I can char fire by night and smoke stogs till the day meets twilight, build me a home, build me a home with a green grass hill with runing a water in a backyard with a sandbox and a garden of foreign flowers build me a home with a basement and an attic where I can store remnants of the day I once slept in build me a home.

No skull is in the races
Locked in a pagan doctrine watching born again faces up patience fail blatant
Oak currents the end of war paintings plague community harking as wrapped
It's overlooking out crops. Give you one life to laugh at catalog bliss on the least common attachment 10 seconds of glittering silence pilot is flight redefine
Most emotions host an entire lesson congressional less one stone merely for the exceptional spectacle now listen the pause heed tall falls the voidance of the suit dispersed await a straightened arrows a perfect circle has been fastened to the blimp side buy in my grin and clusters that's better than colony my own fathers son is the holy ghost suck that theology I king for a day of peasant for a pleasant life blood on the easel and my eagle eyelids spots runaway pirates look I despise squatters with a ohh cry me a river a quarter how'd you afford that dog and sour dialogue I put my hook in the pond I put my worm In the hook I put my trust in the worm that bring me something to cook
I felt a tug on my line and I lugged a trash can on my pole with a note the worm attached that read thanks for nothing asshole simple parables of nature making character giddy and riddle me a similar situation mix city quick but your honorable a lot doors to the monks blood thirsty barracuda serpents and report on powers of devil treatment church links im a fence sitter lips torn by both polars and their working I can only model throttle at the dream catching matching a patchy holist with a sovereignty harbored and charged my hate breed in a minute he's picket spitting stitches to fix the britches in the gaps one night I broke in bridges give us traps and tried to walk to get stogs just like hop scotch between polar caps and im, blue in the face when every second is a waste of breath
Making that classic mockery of every step Oh build me a home, build me a home please with a light in the and a red front door and a picket fence and a fire place and a sturdy frame and we can sit I'll tell you my name build me home.