Luyện nghe bài hát Little Death

Now it out
Like a finger in the back of your
and cerebellum, Tara at Sarah's wedding
Sam Sam
Band pushed the finger of Sam's hairiest hand
If that you, you a bigot
If it doesn't well then you
is life
Odd as Egg McMuffins at
No answers, so let us watch these
Structure reformed gracefully being
On the of dark greys, concaves and spirals
Kaleidoscope a Eiffel
It then it tidals
then it virals
Babylons then it Bibles and
And tell me of the mothers
And today's mathematics for
And beasts' covered like the cummerbunds of butlers

How was your day, can I what you say
What I wanna hear, cause I you here
The that we raised to the heavens do anything for
La petite mort, la petite

They keep the bottles just to glass houses
Then up to the second floors and throw rocks out it
expect not a volley in reply
Some place like prolly in the eye
What of the chicken? what is it missin', is it
Did it die in some inhumane so it didn't go relaxed
And attention from its demise all of the flavor from the fat
And it flat and rather lifeless
Well there's a place that has a [?]
And more mercifully Pisces
But are still the prices
It's rather niceless, in dices and fromage slices
My son will risotto rices
If and he's left to his own devices, well
How is memory?
Is it returning like a tree
To bear bitter fruit of what you to me
Or was it slippin' permission am I trippin' like Phil
I I'm grippin' but maybe the transmission
Still left out the life, also out the will, grief
Will never touch your teeth
Maybe kosher beef
Is it real, is it real, is it
Ha, hah!

How at the date can I make you my
Cause I want you dear, ooh, I you dear
The hell that we to the heavens make [?] for
Our mort, our petite mort

So glad you're back, but not glad at you're glad
is the glamor in collapse?
Where in the shatter of the shoves one back to a pattern of stab wounds
Swoon ridden goons consumed and driven mad
The attended slowly fills with baboons
That other monkey
Where killers go free cause a a funky witness
Runny mascaras from the cunning mask of death
Bygone errors, sittin' two oil derricks
by a sea of cooling num nums
Reminiscing of an day playing hum drum
recognition went unnoticed
And then solidified till it was
We should've poets
Somewhere between amateurs and of iambic pentameter

How are your chains, do they you behave
Keep you here, by your overseer
Fallen grace down from heaven to memories [?]
La petite mort, la mort