Luyện nghe bài hát Consequence of Sounds

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

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

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

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

Did you know that the gravedigger's
Gettin' in the machine
Even tough a whole other daydream.
another town it's another world,
Where the kids are asleep, the loans are paid
And the are mowed.
think?
All the gravediggers gone?
Just one song is done
There's another one,
Waiting right the bend,
this one ends,
Then it
Sqeaky clean, then it all over again.

The weather keeps on
and turning,
and warning,
And warning and of,
Possibly it be news publications and,
it could be news TV stations. That
Very same right next to her coffee
She noticed some bleeding and heard coughing and
National Geographic was 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 on paying those freaks on the TV,
Who claim they will save us but want to us.
And sweating like demons they scream through our
But we the sound on 'cause silence is harder.
And no one's the killer and no one's the
The world that has made us can no longer us
And profits are silent rotting away 'cause

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

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

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