Luyện nghe bài hát Dorks

Question: If I died in my apartment like a rat in a
Would the smell the corpse before the cat ate my face?
I used to floss the albatross like Daddy with the chain
I'm tryin' to the ballast with the hazardous waste
The kid is comfortably numb, a tedious crutch
in a self imposed Stockholm and Lima influx
Maybe an occupation popular demons and ducks
Made any akin to bein' seasoned and stuffed
It's a of jumpin' jellyfish, jealous little sycophants
Miserable and from the skivvys to the pissy pants
one seperately convinced
They're with Da Vinci's hands
Delusion turn a of prison camp
You fuckin' ain't a threat to the cause
There ain't a lesson we can from the ostensibly lost
I think it's funny when defendants from haunts
out the tempest to measure Of what the spectrum involves
Maybe no one cares, party over here, I'll be there

need no help, all by myself

I used to hang with rappers at the root of the scene
It meant a lot to feel the fugitive breathe
Maybe to sentimentalize is to be truly
I know some shit about your heroes that you wouldn't
I think we're all a bunch of weirdos on a to belong
The songs are echolocation up in fog
That's why it's odd to see a pile of and flaws
Ascend a pedestal to the rest of the cogs
And a mess of obnoxious fantasy, and pageantry
I ain't even mad, I'm impressed, shit baffling
God almighty chop an ivory tower to piano
Play your own dirge on the way to surfin' beach
You fuckin' ain't a source of the art
You can't be cooler than the corners Where you source all your parts The poker face, all it a couple sordid remarks
We let the out, We make the sorcery bark
Life is so unfair, party over here, be over there

need no help, all by myself

I view the rattling of sabres like a to expose
Insecurities in emotional code
With braggadocio to go from mostly to gross
Corrode a homie til his probity is ghost
Before the was a job he was a manager,
Hell You would wobble round momma like an infant gazelle
The disillusionment has truly been a difficult
That you was anything menacing is a sell
In a whistle-and-bellorama, black mollies to up like piranha
It's not compelling melodrama
It's a comedy, somebody shop you as a saga
I'm very persona non grata
You fuckin' dorks the leaders we need
This ain't the for divas out to weasel and breed
I'm off in with the paupers over tea with the queen
Don't make 'em show the regency what means
Heavy load to bear, party here, I'll be over there

need no help, all by myself