Luyện nghe bài hát Oxygen

I'm twice born, and seven something
Once is the resurrection of honorable
Been shoveling coal as the doctor
enough to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in the posture
The maintenance of icicle spirit by the of true endearment
Was, is, and will be a luxury
I'm a sovereignty columnist fathering doom
Cursed version of a certain Mary womb occupant

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I know swamp rats who suckled oxygen purification
Sure AS had them speeennnd breeezzzzze
Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for the plummet
Sputtering bum numb enough to the city
Who's that hugging a silhouette of where the hill's crest pan out?
On the candy coated crab apples, sugar deadpan outs
I got a plan, I'll tourniquet my
Then a needle into battling to mute the mess
When patience galas with absentee ballots I in the button
Strutting to mankind's hostility function
With a heave, in comparison a Mathias Goliath
Live to frame in a wicked silence
I top and ate my nameless creator I bumped eyelids
With a Christ we saw the same thing through a
What's that? The grand mosaic depicting glory in a legend
Nursed me through the stick and stone mixes hexed my fertile crescent
Now well, I'm laughing on the inside I swear
Just trying to keep my head above red despair
My imperfections pair off buddy system symmetric morbidly
So every second the locked accordingly
Let's turn mummy's, show the perfection of glory condition
And pray for the day a star tugs the ribbon
Better land a two-hand grip when that spoon full of sugar chaser
Credible craves her antidote's taste her
Bought her a stolen soul peddler
Pigeon back pen
Never said a grin health
Consider me a mobile advertisement for that plant of fabrics
I practical, now is you is or is you ain't compatible?
I the wind in my opinions plus hyper clutch to
Crush ginger bread tenement awful,
like the day the great oak met the saw mill
A lifeline of spectacular expansion the reaper
At the hand of one tantrums
My friend's got a about dreams, I look and laugh
I a book about my friends and still can't decipher the half
Ch-ch-chatter box, now let a major
Cater to a king green on the brink of disease
I am, and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome
Your grin and groans fuck it I'm tinted accrete zone
Blow the pedals off a dandelion trying to my little gypsy blush
And felt as if I'd actually something
Fortify the bullies of the jokes in treatment
Sit and watch the teeter on the evening
Brought a ghost up in the fuselage a second before the cog
To the Styx and him down until he fixed it

OH, Fashion, it's cool and all but what about
[Oh God, well he's the man, but I what about reading?]
What, novels, man that don't hold my attention, HOW about television?
[Television hurts my brain, how walking in the rain?]
OOH, I hate walking, it's boring, how some old fashioned gone fishin'
[Yeah, fishing's great but JUST HATE the bait, lets dance]
NAH, I've got too left plus motion sickness, how about breakfast?
[Man, I'm hungry, but that means I'mma have to borrow some
Let's fly a kite burn the generals]
Let's sell lemonade [Let's
Let's poke a inside the tugboat, ease on back and watch it sink
[Nah, lets fail a once a year at random to shake the academy]
Casually note the blossom of phantom strategy

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I'll make the water fall out of order in
SORTA CAUGHT'EM When their GUARDS mimicked the vintage knuckle drag in a coffin
I affiliate my rag dummy appearance a most cohesive spirit
Cried a river yesterday, ain't shed a since
GIMME GIMME, wrote the Old Yeller cartoon
The carousel ballooned aware, inviting it
I'm to Adam and matter and saddling
Warhead and abdomen to primitive horse back galloping
My index DRESSED in my talisman branded up in the jackals skin
(I SPY THE PRODUCT)
One must pardon ye old sheep detour
Weaving graceful through the directive column
virus retreats to allotted Valom
Bean stalk where the fiend walk and my is mud
But that's got a ring to it so my SQUEAL welcomes the
I walk through practical joke on man, practically broke,
And if they my rent again I'll spend my nights practically soaked
Who spits silk through the loose noose by the raft?
'cause after lack of dead'em (it's like 3, 2, 1, bedlam)
Oh I'm hung, I've clung to hope but see you in
I'll be clear blue icicle that simply refused to melt
iron grillage, tin can skeleton,
Skull of a thousand dilapidated dream
Here to convict based on a tin of evidence
I steer the heaven's merely a legend so the peasants dream well