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,
tangle in my hair,
And to go nowhere,
They grow back inside,
Right my brain and eyes
Into my stomach
they don't serve much use,
No calories,
values.
And I absorb in
The words right through my
They sit there festering my bowels

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

Got a in my mind,
All the time.
Screamin' from too beat up
And don't even rhyme,
They just 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 picket fences
Not into lines.
All hippie-shit for the 60's
And clich for our time. But,
But a one of these days your
just stop ticking,
And they sorta just don't you till your cubicle is reeking.

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

Did you know that the still
stuck in the machine
Even it's a whole other daydream.
It's another town 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 around the bend,
this one ends,
Then it
clean, then it starts all over again.

The report keeps on
and turning,
and warning,
And warning and of,
Possibly it could be news and,
Possibly it could be TV stations. That
Very same morning right to her coffee
She noticed some bleeding and hollow coughing and
Geographic was being 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 keep on those freaks on the TV,
Who they will save us but want to enslave us.
And sweating like demons they scream through our
But we the sound on 'cause silence is harder.
And no the killer and no one's the martyr
The that has made us can no longer contain us
And profits are silent then rotting 'cause

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

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

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