Luyện nghe bài hát Consequence of Sounds

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

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

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

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

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

The weather keeps on
and turning,
and warning,
And and warning 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,
all she had wanted to know was the traffic
"The worlds got a nosebleed" it
"And we're flooding but we keep on
The and the forests!"
And we keep on paying freaks on the TV,
Who claim they will save us but to enslave us.
And like demons they scream through our speakers
But we the sound on 'cause silence 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 silent then away 'cause

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

My rhyme good just yet,
My brain and just met,
And they friends, so far,
My words travel far,
tangle in my hair,
And to go nowhere,
grow 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 right through my skin
They sit festering inside my bowels

The consonants and
The of sounds
The consonants and
The of sounds