Luyện nghe bài hát Maintenance

[Aesop
that for me...thanks

[Robotic 4x
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Rock]
Well any asshole with a book of can light a fire fresh
that sucker burn for days, I'll be impressed
Circlin past the culture's bigot, procreation in advanceable
Then ball and up the grass to roll his marbles off the anthill
I know gerth and nature but absentee ballot
And ballads couldn't fill the void
This game's in the giant Complex and HE'S ANNOYED!
(No asking you to feel the narc, brother!)
Hmm, fashion
I'll find my own bullies to a finger wrapped in
Realigned mine in divine justice
Plus this uncontrollable with those ample waves of brain finally crash
Brimstone clone with and dim poems
Ten Zen crafts
Things cooperate like dog participants litigans
Picket or ride or burner style clinic
Acid the basics
P-H imbalance to burn the malice spaceless
Then fabricate
I to be the halo that jumps off the brain
Of the genius who decided some pictures frames
(God and I are on a name basis)
Yeah I call him God, he me Jesus
When I lost my religion, he to pieces
Blade, dragon, up hell's
a devil pagent
Starfighter settling to
I my ghoul spirit concealed
Until the warriors to the Coney Isle Wonder Wheel

4x
My momma told me there'd be like this
Days like this, days like this, days this (yes she did)

voice] 4x
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Rock]
Okay, tell me who you chill and I'll tell you who you are
I walk a mile with a leash attached to your freak
a modern sensation on the boulevard of maintenance
To sweep your broken hopes under the rugs then hug the
This revolution pushing through the pins and a strait jacket
A classed in a bunk category
They had him parallel with a glory division
(I could devil drink out of thermos)
Yeah, a whiskey afterburn
It's like, nine o'clock (I'm up) spit obscentities
My girl ties on my cape, smoke a bone then work my tree
The clear laced with a classic mother nature thunderchaser set
That got my wings wet
Voyeurist amendments expansive coverage in the syllabus
I dance with shuckles you man the keyhole grilling code
done my chores according to God's schedule
With coffee holding the wheel and nicotine the pedals
Metal edge kings that tends to the pebble
Kettle screaching out the
I live to the iron curtain with doveback feather pens
Spurting magma, cursing television urns to burn my Cleopatra
Minor (Major) slap on the wrist
For the lacking the arms to harbor the rarity of thick friendship
with a "Yes sir"
Change of fatigue to
Each the angle
call home until the rock meets the angels

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