Luyện nghe bài hát 1,000 O'Clock

I shoes to bed
Paint on my lips
foot, gangrened for the win
Blitzkrieg
Petitioned out of shit's creek
The only inaccessible blip on the streaming
uncle in a sea of TV doctors
Free to occupy the same space in differing degrees of seedy
The shot is slow pan, guffawing
Flooded p.d. blotter under coffee
More to follow, tweakers are in love
Teeny Raquel Welch submarining the blood, voyagers
Poisoned or maybejust a toy or two
Depending on the beacon your voyeurs choose
That sorta hemming and haunt your boiler rooms abysmally
And kidnap eyes in their infancy
Everything his room scrapped
On a silver screen that throws bears back, attack!

All these hoard breads and wines
These climates transform men to
All these hives hide knives and
These bribes transform swine to men

Sensible on ice
horns high
Like above a butter lamb with peppercorn eyes
Vendetta-drunk leader
"it's the pig fever"
Sick people pinky swearing on concealed 6th
That's idle handwork in the spirit of death
Look at mommy's little
Custom Hurtubise
Flourish in the blind spot of spittle gore police
Or really any readily ebbing and flowing war and
1 plain brown key bag head
2 holes later I'll see to this loose
Cats fucked off, at what cost
The of brotherhood back in his cut palm
It sucks, nauseating dawn crawling with bugs
They seem attracted to the matters ofthe snubbed
See my goodnight irene' flat in the key of tragedy
Whole diner like "i'll he's having"

All tribes hoard breads and wines
These climates transform men to
All these hives knives and lead
bribes can't transform swine to men

Today a thousand sea lions got up and left a
had successfully invaded and secured for 20 years
Some said it was the supply or shifting weather patterns
a whole community of scientists are in maybe 10 showed up at the wharf
As if guided by the of poseidon to cavort
a lumbering and boisterous glutton
Like a half-ton annoyance til the heart-warming went public
need a montage, animals arriving in droves
A bottom dollar turns a nuisance to the pride of your
Which bring us up to this morning when the colony dove
I got a couple unsubstantiated of my own they go
Maybe it'd feel majestic and less fatty
If a 12 year old wasn't beaning it with water taffy
Every 5 fucking seconds, like your basic
Liberating moment of "fuck fame" shit

All these tribes breads and wines
These climates transform men to
All these hives hide knives and
These bribes transform swine to men