Luyện nghe bài hát Consequence of Sounds

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

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

Got a in my mind,
All the time.
Screamin' from too much up
And don't even rhyme,
They stand there, on a street corner,
Skin in
And side out and shot,
And I'd to turn them down
But there no knob.
Run picket fences
Not picket lines.
All this hippie-shit for the
And clich for our time. But,
But a one of these days your
Will just ticking,
And they sorta just don't find you till your is reeking.

The consonants and
The of sounds
The consonants and
The of sounds
Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ah ah

Did you know that the still
Gettin' stuck in the
Even tough a whole other daydream.
It's another it's another world,
Where the kids are asleep, where the loans are
And the are mowed.
think?
All the gravediggers gone?
Just cause one song is
always another one,
Waiting right the bend,
Till one ends,
it begins
Sqeaky clean, it starts all over again.

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

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

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

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