Luyện nghe bài hát Bodies

Bodies made of slugs and
Rusted bench seats been stuck in ruts of bodies
Made of slugs and
Sludged all the way through the mud to orate to
Bodies made of slugs and
Mister's suit was like a sweatshop
I said, "It's my soul, I wanna it on the inside."

Bodies of sparks and dust
and prone to the lore and lust
Christened, then futile
Listless dampened the aisle of bodies made of slugs and guts
like a layman but resounded like tongues to the bodies made of
Slugs and
He spit when he spoke and sang like a wasp
I said, "It's my soul, I wanna it on the inside"