Luyện nghe bài hát Psycho Ballet

So
Lately you
And angstful, you
For something to sweeten day-to-day tea
Your examine existence is rife resistance
You rot on the spot like forgotten
So in an to become un-vaclempt
You are seeking diversion to your day
Well, youre in New York
Theres a few dorks wont do
To
Your point of view
When youre viewing the psycho

If your mind is as
As old Hessey
And you dont have the dough for a or play
Just come meet me there down in Square
And take in the psycho ballet, ballet
Well take in the psycho

Well sit ourselves down on a nice
Ill point out performers and let you
There sure aint no dearth of on this earth
But theres some here that hail from the

Like the nuthouse-kateers and the brown-baggied
Drunk by drunks who have here for 25 years
The comatose stoned boys and homeboys
With blasters our ears

Theres a pan-handling
Who hes been off it
Since early last or perchance yesterday
Yes, the bullshit will fly and youll laugh til cryin
spyin the psycho ballet, ballet
When spyin the psycho

And now pervert observing would not be
Without something disgusting to eat
The stonerkabob is a surprise
But too far and right before your eyes
Youve got knishes of
And of paste
That the Jersey barf when theyre face-down and faced
But if thats insufficient, theres peddlers
In of enhancing the taste

No, wont be no ushers
But of pushers
To your every weed, every day
Though the bar open
Its to be dopin
When scopin the psycho ballet,
When the psycho ballet

Ganja,
Smoke,
Ganja,
Smoke,
Ganja,
Smoke,
Ganja,

Youve got beauties
In swell-bottomed
And frat boys whove it for the rest of their gender
Tickertape traitors who it on blow
And resemble without all his dough

Youve got camcording
And freak jurists
And purists on pisshouse patrol
Mohawked and brain-dead skateboarders
Who dont seem to mind running into poles

Well, always be accolades
For on rollerblades
And losers in Lennon shades nothing to say
Theres no to go formal
A T-shirt is
When the psycho ballet, ballet
When the psycho ballet

Ladies and gentlemen, please in your seats, the show aint over yet!

got guys wholl set fire to themselves for a quarter
And girls who unshod would be eight shorter
Bozos on benches who bobble boners
And bimbo, babe bowzers who act their owners
who masturbate with their guitars
And seduce convinced that theyre stars
But the girlies are gone, they are just as alone
And as they were before

Aint your surest
The youre in
Is gonna start to sense in the scariest way
And the bizarreuns
ceased to seem foreign
Youll star in the psycho ballet,
Youll in the psycho ballet