Luyện nghe bài hát Pavlov's Daughter

The grave diggers stuck 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 hear
Whadya I was an amateur
with my temperature...

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

My name is and I know how you feel
I live
I hear you taking out your
I you loving your girlfriend
I hear you yourself too
I hear you flushing your
I hear you turning thoughts off
I mine off too
The only I hear is you
And you don't sound nice and you don't sound
And you don't sound good and you don't right

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

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

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 can't hear
think I was an amateur
Playin' my temperature...

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

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

My name is and I know how you feel
I downstairs
I hear you taking out your
I hear you your girlfriend
I hear you yourself too
I hear you your thoughts off
I hear you your thoughts off
It quiet...

As quiet as an checking out the neighborhood,
Waiting for the blade to slip and that blow,
But happens, it's a cruel joke
As ironic as a tape parade over the rain forest,
As ironic as a ticker tape over my head,
As ironic as a ticker tape parade over my
down stream...
To where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all...