Luyện nghe bài hát Consequence of Sounds

My rhyme 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 right back inside,
Right past my brain and
my stomach juice
Where don't serve much use,
No calories,
values.
And I back in
The words right through my
sit there festering inside my bowels

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

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

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

Did you know that the still
Gettin' stuck in the
Even tough it's a other daydream.
It's another town another world,
Where the kids are asleep, where the are paid
And the are mowed.
Whad'ya
All the were gone?
Just cause one is done
always another one,
Waiting around the bend,
Till 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 could be news TV stations.
Very same morning right next to her
She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow and
National was being too graphic,
When all she had wanted to know was the
"The got a nosebleed" it said
"And we're flooding but we on cutting
The and the forests!"
And we keep on paying those on the TV,
Who they will save us but want to enslave us.
And like demons they scream through our speakers
But we leave the sound on 'cause is harder.
And no the killer and no one's the martyr
The world has made us can no longer contain us
And profits are then rotting away 'cause

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

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

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