Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Glowing Screens, Part 2

There's 7 billion 46 people on the planet
And most of us the audacity to think we matter
Hey, you the one about the comedian who croaked?
Someone stabbed him in the heart, just a little
But he keeled over he went into battle 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 up eating smushed sandwiches they pushed through a crack in the door
And repeating the same crappy screenplay idea about talking dogs 'til his day
Hey, you hear the one about the fisherman who
He didn't jump off that
He just stepped out into the air and pulled the ground up him really fast
Like he was a line and went fishing for concrete
The earth is a and he's hitting it on beat
The there's smog in Los Angeles is 'cause if we could see the stars
If we see the context of the universe in which we exist
And we see how small each one of us is
Against the vastness of we don't know
No one would ever audition for a commercial again
And then would we be?
No frozen and no TV
And is that a world we want to in?
Either someone just popcorn
Or I hear the sound of a thousand people pulling their heads out of their asses in rapid
The people are hunched in Boston
They're starting app stores and screen printing companies in San
They're grinning in Los Angeles like got fishhooks in the corners of their mouth
But paint me like 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
Tapping through my mind at
The same stupid loop of old sitcom dialogue
And tattered of a girl I got to grind on in high school
carefully on rice paper
My heart is a colored
But my is an eraser
I don't a real girl, I want to trace her from a catalogue
Truth be I'm unlikely to hold you down
Cause my soul is a crowded train
And keep deciding to get on the next one that rolls through town
I'm joining a false movement in San
I'm frowning and over in Boston
I'm smiling in Los Angeles like I've got fishhooks in the of my mouth
And I'm celebrating on
Because there are 7 billion 47 people on the planet
And I have the to think I matter
I know it's a lie but I prefer it to the
I've got a tourniquet tied at my elbow / I've got
A blunt filled with compliments and I'm burnin it
You say to go to sleep but I been bouncing off my bedroom since I was hecka small
We're every age at once and inside ourselves like Russian nesting dolls
My mother is an 8 old girl
My grandson is a 74 year old retiree whose just failed
And that's the between me and you
the screws and nails
We live in a house made of other
And if that sounds that's because it is
Someone please freeze time so I can run around turning pockets inside out
And remember, you see shit