Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Glowing Screens, Part 2

There's 7 billion 46 million on the planet
And most of us the audacity to think we matter
Hey, you the one about the comedian who croaked?
stabbed him in the heart, just a little poke
But he keeled over 'cause he went into wearing chain mail made of jokes
Hey, you hear the one about the screenwriter who away?
He was giving elevator and the elevator got stuck halfway
He ended up eating smushed sandwiches they pushed through a in the door
And repeating the same crappy screenplay idea about talking dogs his last day
Hey, you hear the one about the fisherman who
He didn't jump off that
He stepped out into the air and pulled the ground up towards him really fast
he was pitching a line and went fishing for concrete
The earth is a drum and he's it on beat
The reason smog in Los Angeles is 'cause if we could see the stars
If we could see the of the universe in which we exist
And we could see how each one of us is
Against the vastness of what we don't
No one would ever for a McDonalds commercial again
And where would we be?
No frozen and no TV
And is that a we want to text in?
someone just microwaved popcorn
Or I hear the sound of a thousand people pulling their heads out of their asses in rapid
The people are over in Boston
starting app stores and screen printing companies in San Francisco
They're grinning in Los Angeles like they've got fishhooks in the corners of their
But don't paint me the good guy 'cause every time I write
I get to choose the that you view me and select the nicest light
You respect me if you heard the typewriter chatter tap tap
through my mind at night
The same tape loop of old sitcom dialogue
And tattered memories of a girl I got to grind on in school
Filed carefully on paper
My heart is a pencil
But my is an eraser
I don't want a real girl, I want to trace her from a
Truth be I'm unlikely to hold you down
Cause my is a crowded subway train
And people keep deciding to get on the next one that rolls through
I'm joining a false movement in San
I'm frowning and hunched in Boston
I'm smiling in Los Angeles like I've got in the corners of my mouth
And I'm on weekends
Because there are 7 billion 47 million people on the
And I have the to think I matter
I know it's a lie but I it to the alternative
I've got a tourniquet tied at my elbow / I've got
A wrap filled with compliments and I'm burnin it
You say to go to sleep but I been bouncing off my bedroom walls since I was small
We're age at once and tucked inside ourselves like Russian nesting dolls
My is an 8 year old girl
My is a 74 year old retiree whose kidneys just failed
And that's the between me and you
That's the and nails
We live in a house made of each
And if that strange that's because it is
Someone please freeze so I can run around turning everyone's pockets inside out
And remember, you see shit