Luyện nghe bài hát 1,000 O'Clock

I shoes to bed
Paint on my lips
foot, gangrened for the win
Blitzkrieg
Petitioned out of shit's creek
The only inaccessible on the streaming doppler
uncle in a sea of TV doctors
Free to the same space in differing degrees of seedy commerce
The is slow pan, monitor guffawing
Flooded p.d. blotter horizontal coffee
More to follow, outside are in love
Teeny Raquel Welch submarining through the blood,
Poisoned or maybejust a toy or two
Depending on the beacon your voyeurs choose
That sorta hemming and haunt your boiler rooms abysmally
And kidnap rapid in their infancy
Everything his cutting scrapped
On a silver screen that throws gummy back, attack!

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

Sensible on ice
horns high
Like shovels above a lamb with peppercorn eyes
Vendetta-drunk leader
"it's the pig fever"
Sick people pinky on concealed 6th fingers
That's idle handwork in the spirit of death
Look at mommy's little
Custom Hurtubise
Flourish in the blind of spittle county gore police
Or really any ebbing and flowing war and peace
1 plain brown key foods bag
2 holes later see to this loose flatbread
Cats fucked off, at exactly cost
The currency of back in his cut palm
It sucks, it's dawn crawling with bugs
They seem attracted to the matters ofthe morally
See my goodnight massacred flat in the key of tragedy
Whole like "i'll have he's having"

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

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

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