Luyện nghe bài hát Consequence of Sounds

My rhyme ain't 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 and eyes
Into my stomach
they don't serve much use,
No calories,
values.
And I back in
The words right my skin
They sit there inside my bowels

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

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

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

Did you know that the gravedigger's
stuck in the machine
Even tough it's a other daydream.
It's another town it's world,
Where the kids are asleep, where the loans are
And the are mowed.
Whad'ya
All the gravediggers were
Just one song is done
always another one,
Waiting right the bend,
Till one ends,
it begins
Sqeaky clean, then it 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 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 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 made us can no longer us
And profits are silent rotting away 'cause

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

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

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