Luyện nghe bài hát Cycles To Gehenna

Baseheads locally all spark plugs
Total disregard for a dying man's shark
Post-meridiem pretty tungsten attracts any oncepale horse painted black
Face masking, hard-shelled propeller hat
Clubmans, gloved rakes the clutch span
Tuck go the steel toe, metal gate
For the that rented parking space 37
2000 out the weekly under "Cycles to Gehenna" gets him floating over 20
Fireproof and
Corners like a two-tired so a too-tired rider can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign
Knows no zen in the art of
as the orchestrated patron saint of changing lanes baby
Here is how a great goes when you can't take your dead friends names out your phone

Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that belief
Outside what our sciences teach,
every other mighty asleep
Gangway - mine eyes, mine
Gangway - mine eyes, teeth
Gangway - eyes, mine teeth

The man-ape translates thru the visor
Goes in lillies
Giger, and manray
Crammed in a one-player
like a hallowed bonfire over Samhain
Span where the praying hands
Bars an extension of the
They're mutating of being farmed
Tonight beneath a venus
Haunted mowers chewing every glowing of mud between us
Going Ford, Jag, Datsun, Corvette,
All cones you can slalom your focused
Via mechanical Dartmoor poorly
And sanctioned by a New Yank
Who knew that any he could lose it to the decopaged suicide flooring
And still he keep his fuel tank portly, the 30 odd year old thank charlie
The scarfthank Mom's new hobby, kssssht!

Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies
what our fundamental sciences teach,
every other mighty lion
- mine eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - eyes, mine teeth

It was less an act of
More a lonely club at the helm ofa magic bullet
on a relentless bid for rarefied inertia
Rattletrap forks to the patchy terra firma Ursa Minor getting warmer
I crowbar the pecking order
The dreck between the whores and Betty
Hug a yellow spine
rubber like a rat on a rope
Those little run on passion alone
This is the ofa d.i.y. inadequate home
Grabbing a cabin in
Actin' a in the shadows of Rome
against insufferable odds
Fashioning gallows out of plastic and
I got the motordrome walls of death splintering me
All-city bikes white knuckling
Bright light, kings tuck in the devil
PS - I wrote this on a memo...