Luyện nghe bài hát Pavlov's Daughter

The grave diggers getting in the machine
getting slim, slimmer
I hear say my name
Regin-ah, regin-ah,

Yes I'm putting the to my ear
And I still can't
Whadya think I was an
Playin' my temperature...

If I hear another song angels
If I see another feather on the
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me whiskey
Gonna go to Babylon and get me some now...
If I hear another song about
If I see another on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some
Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me whiskey now

My name is and I know how you feel
I downstairs
I hear you taking out your
I hear you loving your
I you loving yourself too
I hear you your toliet
I hear you your thoughts off
I mine off too
The only thing I is you
And you don't sound and you don't sound right
And you don't good and you don't sound right

My name is Lucille and I know how you
I live
I you taking out your garbage
I you loving your girlfriend
I hear you loving too
I hear you turning thoughts off
Oh, I hear you turning thoughts off
And it quiet...

Pavlov's daughter woke up in the
the bell ring
And deep inside of her made her want to salivate
So she lay there drooling on her
So she lay there, the sun her skin,
And, and...drooling on her
daughter
And it was far away and hazy like a
Not a dream, not a dream,
But the ocean, not the ocean,
But forever...

The diggers getting stuck in the machine
Picking getting slim,
I them say my name
Regin-ah, regin-ah,

Yes I'm putting the to my ear
And I still can't
Whadya I was an amateur
with my temperature...

If I another song about angels
If I see another on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some
go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now...
If I hear another song about
If I see feather on the dumb-box
I'm go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me some now

My is Lucille and I know how you feel
I downstairs
I hear you out your garbage
I hear you loving girlfriend
I hear you loving too
I hear you turning your off
I hear you turning your off
And I mine off too
The only I hear is you
And you don't sound and you don't sound right
And you don't sound and you don't sound right

My name is Lucille and I know how you
I downstairs
I hear you taking out garbage
I hear you loving your
I hear you loving too
I hear you turning thoughts off
I hear you turning thoughts off
It quiet...

As quiet as an ambulance out the neighborhood,
for the blade to slip and that final blow,
But nothing happens, a cruel joke
As ironic as a tape parade over the rain forest,
As ironic as a ticker tape over my head,
As as a ticker tape parade over my head
down stream...
To where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all...