Luyện nghe bài hát Cycles To Gehenna

Baseheads approach all spark plugs
Total disregard for a dying man's shark
Post-meridiem pretty tungsten attracts any oncepale horse painted black
Face masking, hard-shelled ebony hat
Clubmans, gloved grappling the clutch span
go the steel toe, metal gate spreading
For the dead-alive that rented space 37
out the weekly under "Cycles to Gehenna" gets him floating over 20 busses
Fireproof and
Corners like a tiger so a too-tired rider can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign
Knows no zen in the art of
Only as the orchestrated saint of changing lanes baby
Here is how a great escape when you can't take your dead friends names out your phone

Eyes and teeth, new moon on a that defies belief
Outside our fundamental sciences teach,
every other lion asleep
Gangway - mine eyes, teeth
Gangway - eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - eyes, mine teeth

The translates glam thru the visor
Goes in water
Giger, and manray
Crammed in a one-player
Blinker like a bonfire over Samhain
Span where the praying hands
an extension of the arms
They're mutating instead of being
Tonight beneath a venus
Haunted mowers every glowing yard of mud between us
Ford, Jag, Datsun, Corvette, Lotus
All cones you can slalom when your
Via mechanical Dartmoor Frankensteined
And sanctioned by a New Yank
Who knew any moment he could lose it to the decopaged suicide flooring
And still he keep his fuel tank portly, the 30 odd old gears thank charlie
The Mom's new hobby, kssssht! copy

Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale defies belief
Outside our fundamental sciences teach,
every other lion asleep
Gangway - eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, teeth

It was an act of hubris
More a lonely hearts club at the ofa magic bullet
Away on a bid for rarefied inertia
Rattletrap forks to the patchy terra firma Ursa Minor getting warmer
I crowbar the pecking order
The dreck between the whores and Betty
Hug a double yellow
Knobby like a rat on a rope
Those little fuckers run on alone
This is the product ofa d.i.y. home
Grabbing a cabin in
a savage in the shadows of Rome
Amassed against odds
Fashioning gallows out of and bone
I got the walls of death splintering under me
All-city bikes white knuckling
Bright light, tunnel kings in the devil
PS - I wrote on a self-destructing memo...