Luyện nghe bài hát Consequence of Sounds

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

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

Got a in my mind,
All the time.
Screamin' from too beat up
And they even rhyme,
They stand there, on a street corner,
tucked in
And side out and shot,
And I'd like to them down
But there no knob.
Run into fences
Not into lines.
All hippie-shit for the 60's
And another for our time. But,
But a one of days your heart
Will just ticking,
And sorta just don't find you till 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 the gravedigger's still
stuck in the machine
Even tough it's a whole daydream.
It's another town another world,
the kids are asleep, where the loans are paid
And the are mowed.
Whad'ya
All the were gone?
Just cause one song is
always another one,
Waiting around the bend,
this one ends,
Then it
Sqeaky clean, then it all over again.

The weather report 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 next 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 worlds got a nosebleed" it
"And we're flooding but we on cutting
The and the forests!"
And we keep on paying freaks on the TV,
Who claim they save us but want to enslave us.
And sweating like demons scream through our speakers
But we leave the on 'cause silence is harder.
And no the killer and no one's the martyr
The world that has made us can no contain us
And are silent then rotting away 'cause

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

My rhyme ain't just yet,
My and tongue just met,
And aint friends, so far,
My words don't far,
tangle in my hair,
And to go nowhere,
They right back inside,
Right past my brain and
Into my juice
they don't 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 of sounds
The and vowels
The consequence of