Luyện nghe bài hát Boombox

Raw, I'm going to it to you
no trivia
Raw like Aesop rock iron-fisted list militia
While bent funny bone grown
Spit a thousand and 1 ripples to cripple the
Tap builds character
Right I it straight to mainline
You to do the same? Fine
These pretty profit grommet teams solidify the clot to city salt piston pump drain
But hold those incredible console with the Russian baboon spin-off
Where everyday a thousand strangers pray for chambers
buckle
Five Sixths sweat bullets trying to keep it
But get you (I'm going to get you)
Wobbly bridge
Broke inches of dry land
But duck skull stepping-stones suit the well
Well, when the rumor spreads that stupid
I'll be the cat with guilty on face and shirt that reads: I didn't do it!
Is it on, is it basic
Does it ice you or is every song faceless?
Does it have a If didn't would you name it?
it babble about nothing like a drunken atheist?
We could run Orwells '84 war
For the 1 on 1 z-tour
Till he try and fidgets his or her own work spear specifics
around the cobra kisses
See if the overloads this vision
I'm going to suck the out and spit it
Stole my but your features never fit in
Servers you right for trying to walk a outside your limits
I'm going to tiptoe this yo-yo string
Until you walk the dog out under my feet and skip town, sit down

(Chorus)
It goes boom boom

Earth to a-r vertical burden has increased at an alarming
Bliss is down a
Murder up, glee down and falling
crawling out of bed at 2 on Saturdays
Came blind soldier-burning confessional
Ease let a heart thump echo normalcy for 10
Let the back boiling point descend
I the derby in the first heat (strike personal)
Strike personal space the most utterly putrid version of grace
the gimmick, sit and fidget
While we try and jump through
Like Island freak show midgets
Want to be a pilot
Driving that childish early Wright experiment
Prototypic fossil
Sit and sweat bullets on a
Busting accidental dirt donuts
the most ridiculous poison tongue brain silo
Dead before the chubby debutaunt conquered the high
Schooled by the intention inventions pensive sideshow
See to popular certainty
I alone advance without an poem
And dance on a handful of fans
Holding chance to own the land I roam
dome in hands
Truly be its only camper happy the scrap heap
See I convinced it's on
it is and the melody settles
Beneath the fact that I'm just spitting for kids
I tried to get them all
And once I quit and said I care
Thats when they all their hands in the air

(Chorus)
It goes boom boom