Luyện nghe bài hát 1,000 O'Clock

I wear to bed
Paint teeth on my
Trench foot, for the win
bopper
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 commerce
The shot is pan, monitor guffawing
Flooded p.d. blotter under coffee
More to follow, outside are in love
Raquel Welch submarining through the blood, voyagers
Poisoned or maybejust a toy or two
on the beacon that your voyeurs choose
That sorta hemming and hawingll haunt your rooms abysmally
And kidnap rapid in their infancy
Everything his room scrapped
On a screen that throws gummy bears back, attack!

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

sweater on ice
Devil high
shovels above a butter lamb with peppercorn eyes
Vendetta-drunk leader
"it's the pig fever"
people pinky swearing on concealed 6th fingers
That's handwork in the spirit of death dealers
Look at mommy's little
Custom Troy
Flourish in the blind spot of county gore police
Or any readily ebbing and flowing war and peace
1 plain brown key bag head
2 holes later see to this loose flatbread
fucked off, at exactly what cost
The currency of back in his cut palm
It sucks, it's dawn crawling with bugs
They seem attracted to the matters ofthe snubbed
See my goodnight irene' massacred in the key of tragedy
Whole diner like "i'll he's having"

All these tribes breads and wines
These transform men to swine
All these hives knives and lead
These 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 food or shifting weather patterns
Truthfully a whole of scientists are in maybe 10 showed up at the wharf
As if by the trident of poseidon to cavort
Each a lumbering and glutton
Like a half-ton annoyance til the heart-warming story public
You'll need a montage, animals arriving in
A bottom dollar turns a nuisance to the of your cove
Which us back up to this morning when the colony dove
I got a unsubstantiated thoughts of my own they go
Maybe it'd feel more and less fatty
If a 12 year old wasn't beaning it with salt water
Every 5 fucking seconds, sounds like basic
Liberating moment of collective "fuck fame"

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