Luyện nghe bài hát Saturn Missiles

If you step on the I keep the foot, peep
In the pot go six degrees of cooked
Boiling, blitz the beach of mushed
Over ten meathooks a blister each
I'm all pincher, fevery hoodie-off
through his E.T. sheets to the worry dolls
Never met a storm
That grow into a choir of colliding horns
That go click clack in territorial syntax
Sitting on the with his lids pinned back
Pinball whiz in a of sims
I'm a of whimsy abridged
Kiss me, I'm dead; nursing a Dayquil
Led Zep daggers down page mill
How pray do he sit pretty
the old one-two unglue in a tizzy
Please for the don't-play dull boy
Click, I am not a page or a toy
Came in the door and the floor is
Killjoy if your more Norman Rockwell
Born homesick for an invisible address,
Bumble and bat catnip
One black katamari massive
in a fat category 5 rat nest
Nose on his sleeve, holes in his inner
Robot phone a tentacle of flippancy
I you (I hate you more)
No I you infinity
And Pangaea break smithereens
presto change-o
If it move too quick
Right brain go right train
any old Monet, (no)
Merrily merrily merrily
In a cobweb tomb on a hotbed of
schooled by the god Ed Emberley
Pull dog sleds and dead Kennedys
Bet, moth into kerosene
A caution to strawmen lost on
mixing business
With a hundred and forty-four Dixie
strongman twisted whiskers
NASCAR Bic in his missing
Outcast from a of kiss-the-ring-ers
Are you privy to the
It's electric, meeting in the middle of the
a lethally modified piccolo pete
There is admittedly an mystique
To meddling in the reason a city won't
That ring ring whiz-bang jingle bells
And melt G.I. Joes to black taffy
Classic backdrafting
Fold out of wolf pack wrapping
moon, bad knee, wool hat, caffeine
TNT plunger in all-caps
Blast off half of the whole damn
I'm a of 86'd springs and gears
Who been stung by an pinky swear
his what-in-the-fuck-was-I-thinking years
Maybe an phase
Like his acne and sophomore fade,
all out-of-work action figures
It was death by missiles