Luyện nghe bài hát Consequence of Sounds

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

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

Got a in my mind,
All the time.
Screamin' from too much up
And don't even rhyme,
They stand there, on a street corner,
Skin in
And side out and shot,
And I'd like to them down
But ain't no knob.
Run into picket
Not into lines.
All this for the 60's
And another for our time. But,
But a one of days your heart
just stop ticking,
And they sorta just find you till your cubicle is reeking.

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

Did you know the gravedigger's still
stuck in the machine
Even tough it's a other daydream.
another town it's another world,
Where the kids are asleep, where the are paid
And the are mowed.
Whad'ya
All the gravediggers were
Just one song is done
always another one,
Waiting right the bend,
this one ends,
Then it
Sqeaky clean, it starts all over again.

The weather keeps on
and turning,
and warning,
And and warning of,
Possibly it could be news and,
Possibly it be news TV stations. That
Very same morning right next to her
She noticed bleeding and heard hollow coughing and
Geographic was being too graphic,
When all she had wanted to know was the
"The worlds got a nosebleed" it
"And we're flooding but we on cutting
The and the forests!"
And we keep on paying those on the TV,
Who claim they will us but want to enslave us.
And sweating like demons they scream our speakers
But we leave the on 'cause silence is harder.
And no one's the killer and no one's the
The that has made us can no longer contain us
And profits are silent then rotting 'cause

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

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

The and vowels
The consequence of
The consonants and
The consequence of