Luyện nghe bài hát Consequence of Sounds

My ain't good just yet,
My brain and tongue met,
And they friends, so far,
My don't travel far,
tangle 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 there festering 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 don't even rhyme,
They just stand there, on a corner,
tucked in
And side 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 heart
just stop ticking,
And they sorta just don't find you till your is reeking.

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

Did you that the gravedigger's still
stuck in the machine
Even tough it's a whole daydream.
It's another town another world,
Where the are asleep, where the loans are paid
And the are mowed.
Whad'ya
All the gravediggers were
Just cause one is done
There's always one,
Waiting right the bend,
this one ends,
Then it
clean, then it starts all over again.

The weather keeps on
and turning,
and warning,
And and warning of,
Possibly it could be publications and,
it could be news TV stations. That
Very same morning right to her coffee
She noticed bleeding and heard hollow coughing and
National was being too graphic,
When all she had to know was the traffic
"The got a nosebleed" it said
"And we're flooding but we on cutting
The and the forests!"
And we keep on those freaks on the TV,
Who claim they will save us but to enslave us.
And sweating like demons 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 consonants and
The of sounds.
The consonants and
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,
They right back inside,
Right my brain and eyes
my stomach juice
Where they don't serve use,
No calories,
values.
And I back in
The words right my skin
They sit there festering inside my

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