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 space in differing degrees of seedy commerce
The is slow pan, monitor guffawing
Flooded p.d. blotter under horizontal
to follow, outside tweakers are in love
Teeny Raquel Welch submarining the blood, voyagers
Poisoned or maybejust a toy or two
Depending on the beacon that your voyeurs
That sorta and hawingll haunt your boiler rooms abysmally
And kidnap rapid eyes in infancy
Everything his cutting room
On a silver screen that gummy bears back, attack!

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

Sensible on ice
Devil horns
Like shovels above a lamb with peppercorn eyes
leader squealing
"it's the pig fever"
Sick pinky swearing on concealed 6th fingers
That's idle handwork in the spirit of death
at mommy's little Hercules
Custom Troy
Flourish in the blind of spittle county gore police
Or any readily ebbing and flowing war and peace
1 plain brown key foods bag
2 holes later see to this loose flatbread
Cats fucked off, at what cost
The currency of back in his cut palm
It sucks, it's nauseating crawling with bugs
They seem attracted to the matters ofthe snubbed
See my goodnight irene' massacred flat in the key of
Whole diner "i'll have he's having"

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

Today a thousand sea lions got up and a pier
had successfully invaded and secured for 20 years
Some said it was the food or shifting weather patterns
a whole community of scientists are in maybe 10 showed up at the wharf
As if by the trident of poseidon to cavort
a lumbering and boisterous glutton
Like a half-ton annoyance til the story went public
You'll need a montage, animals in droves
A bottom dollar a nuisance to the pride of your cove
Which bring us back up to this when the colony dove
I got a couple unsubstantiated thoughts of my own 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 of collective "fuck fame" shit

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