Luyện nghe bài hát Consequence of Sounds

My ain't good 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,
They grow back inside,
Right past my brain and
Into my stomach
Where don't serve much use,
No calories,
values.
And I absorb in
The words right through my
They sit there festering inside my

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

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,
tucked in
And meat out and shot,
And I'd like to turn them
But there no knob.
Run picket fences
Not into lines.
All this hippie-shit for the
And clich for our time. But,
But a one of these days heart
Will stop ticking,
And they sorta just find you till your cubicle is reeking.

The consonants and
The of sounds
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 whole daydream.
It's another town another world,
Where the kids are asleep, where the are paid
And the are mowed.
think?
All the gravediggers gone?
cause one song is done
There's another one,
right around the bend,
Till one ends,
it begins
Sqeaky clean, it starts all over again.

The report keeps on
and turning,
and warning,
And and warning of,
it could be news publications and,
Possibly it could be TV stations. That
Very morning right next to her coffee
She some bleeding and heard hollow coughing and
Geographic was being too graphic,
When all she had wanted to was the traffic
"The got a nosebleed" it said
"And we're but we keep on cutting
The and the forests!"
And we on paying those freaks on the TV,
Who they will save us but want to enslave us.
And sweating like demons they through our speakers
But we leave the sound on 'cause is harder.
And no the killer and no one's the martyr
The world that has us can no longer contain us
And profits are silent then rotting 'cause

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

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

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