Luyện nghe bài hát Consequence of Sounds

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

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

Got a in my mind,
All the time.
Screamin' too much beat up
And don't even rhyme,
just stand there, on a street corner,
Skin in
And meat out and shot,
And I'd to turn them down
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
just stop ticking,
And they sorta just don't find you till cubicle is reeking.

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

Did you know that the still
Gettin' in the machine
tough it's a whole other daydream.
It's town it's another world,
Where the kids are asleep, where the loans are
And the are mowed.
Whad'ya
All the gravediggers gone?
Just one song is done
There's always one,
Waiting around the bend,
this one ends,
Then it
clean, then it starts all over again.

The weather report on
and turning,
and warning,
And and warning of,
Possibly it could be publications and,
it could be news TV stations. That
Very morning right next to her coffee
She noticed some and heard hollow coughing and
National was being too graphic,
When all she had wanted to was the traffic
"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 like demons 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 us can no longer contain us
And profits are silent then rotting 'cause

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

My rhyme ain't just yet,
My and tongue just met,
And they friends, so far,
My words travel far,
They in my hair,
And to go nowhere,
They grow 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
sit there festering inside my bowels

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