Luyện nghe bài hát Consequence of Sounds

My ain't good just yet,
My brain and just met,
And they friends, so far,
My words don't far,
tangle in my hair,
And to go nowhere,
They grow back inside,
Right my brain and eyes
Into my juice
Where they don't much use,
No calories,
values.
And I back in
The right through my skin
They sit there inside my bowels

The consonants and
The consequence of
The consonants and
The of sounds

Got a in my mind,
All the time.
from too much beat up
And don't even rhyme,
They just there, on a street corner,
tucked in
And side out and shot,
And I'd to turn them down
But ain't no knob.
Run into fences
Not into lines.
All this hippie-shit for the
And clich for our time. But,
But a one of these days your
Will just ticking,
And they just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking.

The and vowels
The of sounds
The consonants and
The consequence of
Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ah ah

Did you that the gravedigger's still
Gettin' in the machine
Even tough it's a whole daydream.
It's another town it's world,
the kids are asleep, where the loans are paid
And the are mowed.
Whad'ya
All the were gone?
cause one song is done
There's another one,
Waiting right the bend,
Till one ends,
Then it
Sqeaky clean, it starts all over again.

The report keeps on
and turning,
and warning,
And and warning of,
it could be news publications and,
Possibly it could be news TV stations.
Very morning right next to her coffee
She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow and
Geographic was being too graphic,
When all she had wanted to was the traffic
"The got a nosebleed" it said
"And flooding but we keep on cutting
The and the forests!"
And we keep on paying freaks on the TV,
Who claim will save us but want to enslave us.
And sweating like demons they through our speakers
But we the sound on 'cause silence is harder.
And no one's the and no one's the martyr
The world that has us can no longer contain us
And profits are silent then rotting away

The and vowels
The of sounds.
The consonants and
The of sounds.
Ah ah ah...

My ain't good just yet,
My and tongue just met,
And they friends, so far,
My words travel far,
tangle in my hair,
And to go nowhere,
grow right back inside,
Right my brain and eyes
Into my juice
Where they don't much use,
No calories,
values.
And I back in
The words through my skin
sit there festering inside my bowels

The and vowels
The of sounds
The and vowels
The consequence of