Luyện nghe bài hát Consequence of Sounds

My rhyme good just yet,
My and tongue just met,
And ain't friends, so far,
My words don't far,
tangle in my hair,
And to go nowhere,
They right back inside,
Right past my and eyes
Into my stomach
Where they don't serve use,
No calories,
values.
And I absorb in
The words right through my
They sit there festering inside my

The and vowels
The consequence of
The and vowels
The consequence of

Got a in my mind,
All the time.
Screamin' too much beat up
And they don't rhyme,
They just stand there, on a corner,
tucked in
And side out and shot,
And I'd like to them down
But ain't no knob.
Run into picket
Not into lines.
All this hippie-shit for the
And clich for our time. But,
But a one of these your heart
just stop ticking,
And they sorta don't find you till your cubicle is reeking.

The and vowels
The consequence of
The and vowels
The consequence of
Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ah ah

Did you know the gravedigger's still
Gettin' stuck in the
Even tough it's a other daydream.
another town it's another world,
Where the kids are asleep, where the loans are
And the are mowed.
think?
All the gravediggers were
Just cause one song is
always another one,
Waiting right the bend,
this one ends,
Then it
Sqeaky clean, then it all over again.

The weather keeps on
and turning,
and warning,
And and warning of,
Possibly it could be news and,
Possibly it be news TV stations. That
Very same right next to her coffee
She noticed some bleeding and hollow coughing and
National was being too graphic,
When all she had wanted to know was the
"The worlds got a nosebleed" it
"And we're flooding but we keep on
The and the forests!"
And we on paying those freaks on the TV,
Who claim they will save us but want to us.
And like demons they scream through our speakers
But we leave the sound on silence is harder.
And no one's the and no one's the martyr
The that has made us can no longer contain us
And profits are silent then away 'cause

The and vowels
The of sounds.
The and vowels
The of sounds.
Ah ah ah...

My rhyme ain't just yet,
My and tongue just met,
And they friends, so far,
My words travel far,
They in my hair,
And to go nowhere,
grow right back inside,
Right past my brain and
Into my stomach
Where they don't much use,
No calories,
values.
And I absorb in
The words right through my
They sit there inside my bowels

The consonants and
The of sounds
The consonants and
The of sounds