Luyện nghe bài hát Oxygen

I'm twice born, once and something
is the resurrection of honorable function
Been shoveling coal as the engine's
Long to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in the posture
The maintenance of icicle by the warmth of true endearment
Was, is, and forever be a luxury
I'm a sovereignty columnist fathering doom
Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary occupant

[Verse
I know swamp rats who never suckled purification
Sure AS blurry had them breeezzzzze
Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for the committee
bum numb enough to stomach the city
Who's that hugging a silhouette of where the hill's crest pan out?
On the candy coated crab apples, sugar dipped deadpan
I got a plan, tourniquet my quest
Then feed a needle into to mute the mess
When patience galas with ballots I shove in the button
Strutting to exhibit mankind's hostility
With a heave, in comparison a Mathias Goliath
Live to riggedy in a wicked silence
I top and ate my nameless then I bumped eyelids
With a Christ we saw the same thing a second
What's that? The grand mosaic depicting historical in a legend
Nursed me through the time stick and stone mixes hexed my crescent
Now all's well, I'm laughing on the I swear
Just trying to keep my head above red tide
My imperfections pair off buddy system symmetric morbidly
So every second the discontent's accordingly
Let's turn mummy's, the perfection of preserved glory condition
And for the day a star child tugs the ribbon
Better land a two-hand grip when that full of sugar medical chaser
Credible craves her terrible taste her
Bought her with a soul peddler
Pigeon feather pen
said a grin implied health
Consider me a advertisement for that hybrid plant of fabrics
I deemed practical, now is you is or is you compatible?
I feel the wind in my opinions hyper clutch to
Crush one's bread tenement awful,
It's like the day the great oak met the saw
A lifeline of spectacular expansion the reaper
At the hand of one mans
My friend's got a book about dreams, I and laugh
I dream a book my friends and still can't decipher the half
box, now let a soothsayer major
Cater to a king green battered on the brink of
I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and
Your and groans fuck it I'm tinted when accrete zone
Blow the pedals off a dandelion trying to make my gypsy blush
And felt as if I'd actually something
Fortify the of the jokes soak in treatment
Sit and watch the percentages on the evening
Brought a up in the fuselage a second before the cog dropped
To the Styx and stared him down he fixed it

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

[Verse
I'll the water fall out of order in autumn
SORTA CAUGHT'EM their GUARDS mimicked the vintage knuckle drag sacked in a coffin
I my rag dummy appearance with a most cohesive spirit
Cried a river yesterday, shed a tear since
GIMME GIMME, wrote the Old community cartoon
The ballooned extravagant aware, inviting it
I'm swore to Adam and and saddling
Warhead thorax and abdomen to primitive horse galloping
My index DRESSED in my talisman branded up in the jackals skin
(I SPY THE PRODUCT)
One must pardon ye old common sheep
Weaving graceful through the prime column
Greater retreats to allotted Valom
Bean stalk where the fiend and my name is mud
But that's got a ring to it so my welcomes the flood
I through God's practical joke on man, practically broke,
And if they raise my again I'll spend my nights practically soaked
Who spits silk dimensions through the loose noose by the
'cause lack of reasoning 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 that blue icicle that simply refused to melt
iron grillage, tin can skeleton,
Skull of a thousand dream remnants
Here to based on a tin bucket of evidence
I steer where the heaven's merely a legend so the dream well