Luyện nghe bài hát Cycles To Gehenna

Baseheads locally approach all plugs
disregard for a dying man's shark jump
Post-meridiem pretty attracts any oncepale horse painted gunmetal black
Face masking, hard-shelled ebony hat
Clubmans, gloved grappling the clutch span
Tuck go the steel toe, gate spreading
For the dead-alive that rented parking 37
2000 out the weekly under "Cycles to Gehenna" gets him floating over 20
Fireproof and
like a two-tired tiger so a too-tired rider can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign
Knows no zen in the art of
as the orchestrated patron saint of changing lanes baby
Here is how a great escape goes when you take your dead friends names out your phone

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

The man-ape translates glam thru the
in water lillies
Am-scrays Giger, and
Crammed in a one-player
Blinker like a hallowed over Samhain
Span where the praying hands
an extension of the arms
They're instead of being farmed
Tonight beneath a venus
Haunted mowers every glowing yard of mud between us
Ford, Jag, Datsun, Corvette, Lotus
All cones you can slalom when focused
Via Dartmoor Frankensteined poorly
And sanctioned by a New Yorkee
Who knew that any moment he lose it to the decopaged suicide flooring
And still he keep his fuel portly, the 30 odd year old gears thank charlie
The scarfthank Mom's new hobby, kssssht!

Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that belief
Outside what our fundamental teach,
every other mighty lion
Gangway - mine eyes, mine
Gangway - mine eyes, teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, teeth

It was an act of hubris
More a lonely hearts club at the helm ofa magic
on a relentless bid for rarefied inertia
Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra firma Minor getting warmer
I crowbar into the pecking
The dreck between the whores and Betty
Hug a double yellow
Knobby rubber like a rat on a
Those little fuckers run on passion
This is the ofa d.i.y. inadequate home
Grabbing a cabin in
Actin' a savage in the shadows of
Amassed against odds
Fashioning out of plastic and bone
I got the motordrome of death splintering under me
All-city bikes white knuckling
Bright light, kings tuck in the devil
PS - I wrote this on a memo...