Luyện nghe bài hát Blue In The face

Yo, I an axiom kicked in a center fold by ugly tenements
Oh sour inhalants regulate lobby development
Today the rug rat oblivious to what's delicate.
Tomorrow siphon imperfection out the fetus prior to it.
There is a brain in the thicket tap circle cupping the port to it
Teeter storm plunges more but conformers the pouring's half the entry
Plated pearly gates a chanted axis with high gentry hinging our binging on public picket fencing Squirming in terms in of un-sati fact destiny magnet
Where the ebony should of cracked shit ratio
Lose suit oh mavericks clash at futility pageants
I froze in a blaze at a grand combustion
A leader's deception connection wiper with a barn his friend
With an eye socket full of needles and a will to die for
And that's glory thy crass itinerary barely suitable for common slum cats
And the lemmings will follow you to the 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 yall looking in, its just watching sim city steam slips under my
And im about half way to nausea, half way to men
2 halves made a dance evoked a whole lot of resentment
Build a pen around master dome close to four peters
Woke to rope cubicles combines with combines ingenious
Let's soak my feet in lake infinity the time vibe to dignity my symmetries vivid image still cant mimic the victory comfort is a crumb and I'm numb as fuck
Yet prefer 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 push the button
the garbage split 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 blizzards collide ole iron sides trust the rivets
I'm sick of the picker the litter soaking the spot lit when I know they know they owe all thanks to the end all Aesop 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 flies 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 and an attic where I can store remnants of the day I once slept in build me a home.

No is sacred in the races
Locked in a pagan doctrine watching born faces gamble up patience fail blatant
Oak currents the end of war paintings stain plague 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 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 he'd bring me something to cook
I felt a tug on my line and I lugged a trash can on my pole with a note from 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 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 window and a red 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.