Luyện nghe bài hát 1,000 O'Clock

I shoes to bed
teeth on my lips
Trench foot, for the win
bopper
Petitioned out of shit's creek
The inaccessible blip 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
Flooded p.d. blotter under coffee
More to follow, outside tweakers are in
Teeny Raquel Welch submarining the blood, voyagers
or maybejust a misfit toy or two
Depending on the beacon that voyeurs choose
That sorta hemming and hawingll haunt your rooms abysmally
And kidnap eyes in their infancy
Everything his room scrapped
On a silver that throws gummy bears back, attack!

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

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

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

Today a sea lions got up and left a pier
They had successfully invaded and secured for 20
Some said it was the food supply or weather patterns
Truthfully a whole community of scientists are in 10 showed up at the wharf
As if guided by the trident of poseidon to
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 pride of cove
Which bring us back up to this morning when the colony
I got a unsubstantiated thoughts of my own they go
Maybe it'd feel more majestic and less
If a 12 year old wasn't it with salt water taffy
Every 5 fucking seconds, like your basic
Liberating moment of "fuck fame" shit

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