Luyện nghe bài hát 1,000 O'Clock

I shoes to bed
teeth on my lips
Trench foot, for the win
Blitzkrieg
out of shit's creek proper
The only inaccessible blip on the doppler
Screaming uncle in a sea of TV
Free to occupy the same in differing degrees of seedy commerce
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 a misfit toy or two
on the beacon that your voyeurs choose
That sorta hemming and hawingll haunt your boiler rooms
And kidnap rapid eyes in their
Everything his cutting scrapped
On a silver screen that throws bears back, attack!

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

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

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

Today a thousand sea lions got up and left a
They had successfully invaded and secured for 20
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
need a montage, animals arriving in droves
A dollar turns a nuisance to the pride of your cove
Which us back up to this morning when the colony dove
I got a couple unsubstantiated thoughts of my own go
Maybe it'd feel more majestic and less
If a 12 old wasn't beaning it with salt water taffy
Every 5 fucking seconds, sounds like your
moment of collective "fuck fame" shit

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