Luyện nghe bài hát Babies With Guns

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This is how the city-folk and connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next
counties making you upset-set

Harvest all Brand-X Clark Kents to worm
Carbon heart, buried his nozzle in fossil art
Pardon, cadaver had a legitimate
And littered volts all over the village where the pigeons molt
Bastard polter-gasps when the pigeon with Lazarus billy-goat
He sea-salt in the open blisters
But anarchy slips through the cracks
See naked martyrs Bubblelicious on fishing rods itching to pull it back
that organic invention incubated to have some ?? to make it through
?? on now, a lot of details later
And lot of crews will out
A wooly mayor souse, who ?? happy at the bladed mouth
Bazooka Tooth zoo-keep the paper with janky funds and favors
Cradled by empty Zelda heart containers
Man, it's freezing in this brick bitch, forever
Like Punxatawny Phil found his four furry wrists severed
I walk face-first the sex, drugs, and church
With wild things make Maurice Sendak question his early works
But no hostages, no
Out the clock constant sprockets
Now grommets
Running from a ring-wraith click basilisk
Serpentine, in and out of traffic jam and scenes
Scrub blood of the AF-152, pick up degrees
toddlers smuggled Tommy guns and crack into the nurseries
Dog, there's a fucking at the door asking for wallets (yeah?)
And those ain't twin Beanie inside his pockets (nope!)
2010 sonograms showed the formed directly out the fetus
for the young killer convenience

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This is how the and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next
Data-perforated counties you upset-set

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Paper route check
is how the hermit and the busy bee connect-nect
Somebody's losing of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you

Now a-days, even the babies got
Diaper having clock-tower fun
Misplace the bottle, catch a bad one
a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young

If Jesus piece around your neck is bigger than your pistol
It homicide okie-dokie and your god will forgive you
Just show the saints at gate you should be on the list
"I heard he manslaughter for a tattooed crucifix"
Twisty, fishy, contradicty, wild ship fleet
Off the sliding board dock of the Mr. Turtle pool mom
Somewhere they dry bones and cool water and ease medulla
After you thumb-suck and diaper-change get burped and shoot the up
I'd do it too, but only to exploit
Teenager beef passed alligator and extra-curricular flagpole scrapping
tadpoles that have yellow backbones
De-mechanism brought airborne scraps to hassle captains
By the itchy of an umbilically-garped fraggle baby
maybe, you think?
Chopped and a mislead, maladjustee trustee locked box
Hiding clips that the sky in seconds
newly communal hop-scotch gives them leverage
Cut them with while I mumble
in the immortal slang of for the anti-led Nirvana
I used to think I'd get hit by a bus or something and dumber
That or bust the slugs plugged by the kiddie thug wonder
Self-victim kings who rep a wide dosage
For tomorrow the holsters are bound to the roaches
I'm not a
But that won't jolt the immobile
when terrorism's all the rage and folk get smoked local
Block, if you me (yeah?)
I had to to DC (yeah?)
To mom's flower garden before the war cheats me (yeah?)
If I'm not back in a week tell the crew I "peace" and lay low
Strays don't vacate

Radio check
check check
This is how the and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, to pass it to the next next
Data-perforated making you upset-set

Magazine check
New flash check
This is how the hermit and the busy bee
Somebody's track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
Polka-dotted landscapes, did you expect-pect?

Now a-days, the babies got guns
Diaper snipers having fun
Misplace the bottle, might a bad one
Have a mid-life crisis when you're ten young

the battleship grey sky
The day I got the phone call Jam Master Jay
So now I'll probably write another "Daylight"
Because the stingers ?? a ?? the portable hay-rides
It adds it up when a pioneer fall, in comparison to your 99 of beer wall
There's banana peels in your hamster wheels, cannons in your shoebox, please
Mine's got Adidas, in peace