Luyện nghe bài hát Consequence of Sounds

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

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

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

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

Did you know that the still
Gettin' in the machine
Even tough it's a other daydream.
It's another town it's world,
Where the are asleep, where the loans are paid
And the are mowed.
Whad'ya
All the gravediggers were
Just cause one is done
There's another one,
right around the bend,
Till one ends,
Then it
Sqeaky clean, then it starts all again.

The report 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 right next to her coffee
She some bleeding and heard hollow coughing and
National Geographic was too graphic,
When all she had to know was the traffic
"The got a nosebleed" it said
"And we're flooding but we on cutting
The and the forests!"
And we keep on paying freaks on the TV,
Who claim they will save us but want to us.
And sweating like they scream through our speakers
But we leave the sound on silence is harder.
And no one's the killer and no one's the
The world that has made us can no contain us
And profits are silent then rotting away

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

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

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