Luyện nghe bài hát Consequence of Sounds

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

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

Got a in my mind,
All the time.
Screamin' from too much up
And they don't rhyme,
just stand there, on a street corner,
Skin in
And side out and shot,
And I'd like to them down
But there no knob.
Run into picket
Not picket lines.
All this 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 your cubicle is reeking.

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

Did you know the gravedigger's still
Gettin' in the machine
Even tough it's a 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 were
Just one song is done
There's another one,
right around the bend,
Till one ends,
it begins
Sqeaky clean, then it starts all again.

The report keeps on
and turning,
and warning,
And warning and of,
it could be news publications and,
Possibly it could be news TV stations.
Very same morning right next to her
She some bleeding and heard hollow coughing and
Geographic was being too graphic,
When all she had wanted to was the traffic
"The worlds got a nosebleed" it
"And we're but we keep on cutting
The and the forests!"
And we keep on paying those on the TV,
Who claim will save us but want to enslave us.
And sweating like demons they scream through our
But we leave the sound on 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 consonants and
The of sounds.
Ah ah ah...

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

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