Luyện nghe bài hát Got No Mind

Tonight the city is of....radios
And all the distortion pedals are
There's sonic youth nailed up onto the...ceiling
And the roof is down on my brain
why
I got no
I got no
Got no

Somebody burned the picnic
And somebody kissed their own ass by
And the cliches are gettin up
By the termites with the liquor
And the guitar tuners and the pussy galore
why
I all night
I got no
so fine

And the big radio is pumping up and down
Jumpin thru the
Making every motion seem like
There's air and brand new nails
And phone calls from people in
...why
Pay no
Got no
Stay

So turn up the
And to your devils
And bust out tennis shoes and your mayonnaise
It's all the situations and all the
And all the that make you
off the carpet
why
I pay no
(cough) got no
Might need a drop

Well there's and sounds
like pounds and pounds of
Sand weights from the
And she dangles like a
Talkin thru the wheels
And broken
why
I pay no
Sleep in
Put out cds

The are amplifying
The that you never knew
Could ever be the as you
There's and plugs
And slugs slithering out into the paint
why
I pay no
I pay no
Got no

swivel chairs and sunglasses
And your fully-blown out scenes of
Turn up the and the treble
And call them all the nasty things you can
Stick your paper
your pen
Shove your pen up the air
everything and
Like you just care
But it feels
When you off the scenery
And there's puppets and dollar
And there's weight-loss
And there's cherries and there's potato
And the is runnin low
And there's nowhere to go
So go down
666 up
I'm raising all my
And I'm lowering all my