Luyện nghe bài hát 1,000 O'Clock

I wear to bed
Paint teeth on my
Trench foot, for the win
Blitzkrieg
Petitioned out of creek proper
The only inaccessible blip on the doppler
Screaming uncle in a sea of TV
to occupy the same space in differing degrees of seedy commerce
The is slow pan, monitor guffawing
Flooded p.d. blotter under coffee
to follow, outside 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 and hawingll haunt your boiler rooms abysmally
And kidnap rapid in their infancy
Everything his cutting room
On a silver screen that throws bears back, attack!

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

Sensible on ice
horns high
Like shovels above a butter lamb peppercorn eyes
Vendetta-drunk squealing
"it's the pig fever"
Sick pinky swearing on concealed 6th fingers
That's idle in the spirit of death dealers
Look at mommy's Hercules
Troy Hurtubise
Flourish in the blind spot of spittle gore police
Or any readily ebbing and flowing war and peace
1 plain brown key foods bag
2 holes later I'll see to loose flatbread
Cats fucked off, at exactly what
The currency of brotherhood in his cut palm
It sucks, it's nauseating dawn with bugs
They seem attracted to the matters morally snubbed
See my goodnight irene' massacred in the key of tragedy
Whole diner "i'll have he's having"

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

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

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