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 shit's proper
The only inaccessible on the streaming doppler
Screaming in a sea of TV doctors
Free to occupy the same space in degrees of seedy commerce
The is slow pan, monitor guffawing
p.d. blotter under horizontal coffee
More to follow, outside are in love
Raquel Welch submarining through the blood, voyagers
Poisoned or a misfit toy or two
Depending on the beacon your voyeurs choose
That sorta hemming and hawingll your boiler rooms abysmally
And kidnap rapid in their infancy
his cutting room scrapped
On a silver that throws gummy 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
Devil horns
shovels 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 of death dealers
Look at little Hercules
Custom Troy
Flourish in the spot of spittle county gore police
Or really any readily ebbing and flowing war and
1 plain brown key foods bag
2 later I'll see to this loose flatbread
fucked off, at exactly what cost
The currency of back in his cut palm
It sucks, it's nauseating crawling with bugs
They seem to the matters ofthe morally snubbed
See my irene' massacred flat in the key of tragedy
Whole diner like "i'll he's having"

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

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

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