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 proper
The only blip on the streaming doppler
uncle in a sea of TV doctors
Free to occupy the same space in differing degrees of seedy
The shot is slow pan, monitor
Flooded p.d. under horizontal coffee
More to follow, tweakers are in love
Teeny Raquel Welch submarining the blood, voyagers
Poisoned or a misfit toy or two
Depending on the that your voyeurs choose
That sorta hemming and hawingll haunt your rooms abysmally
And kidnap rapid in their infancy
Everything his cutting room
On a silver screen that gummy bears back, attack!

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

sweater on ice
Devil horns
Like shovels above a butter lamb peppercorn eyes
Vendetta-drunk leader
"it's the pig fever"
Sick people pinky swearing on 6th fingers
That's idle handwork in the spirit of dealers
at mommy's little Hercules
Custom Troy
Flourish in the blind spot of spittle county police
Or really any readily and flowing war and peace
1 brown key foods bag head
2 holes I'll see to this loose flatbread
Cats fucked off, at exactly cost
The currency of brotherhood back in his cut
It sucks, nauseating dawn crawling with bugs
They seem attracted to the ofthe morally snubbed
See my irene' massacred flat in the key of tragedy
diner like "i'll have he's having"

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

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

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