Luyện nghe bài hát Consequence of Sounds

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

Got a in my mind,
All the time.
from too much beat up
And don't even rhyme,
They just there, on a street corner,
Skin in
And side out and shot,
And I'd like to turn down
But ain't no knob.
Run picket fences
Not into lines.
All this for the 60's
And another for our time. But,
But a one of these days your
just stop ticking,
And they sorta just don't find you 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
Gettin' in the machine
tough it's a whole other daydream.
It's town it's another world,
Where the kids are asleep, where the are paid
And the are mowed.
think?
All the were gone?
Just cause one song is
There's another one,
right around the bend,
Till one ends,
it begins
Sqeaky clean, then it starts all again.

The weather keeps on
and turning,
and warning,
And warning and of,
Possibly it be news publications and,
it could be news TV stations. That
Very same morning next to her coffee
She noticed some and heard hollow coughing and
National 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 paying freaks on the TV,
Who they will save us but want to enslave us.
And sweating like demons they scream our speakers
But we leave the sound on 'cause is harder.
And no one's the killer and no the martyr
The that has made us can no longer contain us
And profits are silent 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 aint friends, so far,
My words don't far,
tangle 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 there festering inside my

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