Luyện nghe bài hát Consequence of Sounds

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

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

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

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

Did you know the gravedigger's still
Gettin' in the machine
tough it's a whole other daydream.
It's another town it's world,
Where the kids are asleep, where the are paid
And the are mowed.
think?
All the were gone?
cause one song is done
There's always one,
Waiting right the bend,
Till one ends,
Then it
Sqeaky clean, then it all over again.

The weather report on
and turning,
and warning,
And and warning of,
it could be news publications and,
Possibly it be news TV stations. That
Very same morning right to her coffee
She some bleeding and heard hollow coughing and
National Geographic was 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 paying those on the TV,
Who claim will save us but want to enslave us.
And sweating like demons they through our speakers
But we leave the on 'cause silence is harder.
And no one's the killer and no one's the
The world that has made us can no longer us
And profits are then rotting away 'cause

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

My rhyme ain't just yet,
My brain and tongue met,
And they friends, so far,
My words don't far,
tangle in my hair,
And to go nowhere,
grow right back inside,
Right my brain and eyes
Into my stomach
Where they 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 of sounds
The and vowels
The of sounds