Luyện nghe bài hát Cycles To Gehenna

Baseheads locally approach all plugs
Total disregard for a dying man's jump
Post-meridiem pretty tungsten attracts any oncepale horse painted black
Face masking, ebony propeller hat
Clubmans, gloved rakes the clutch span
Tuck go the toe, metal gate spreading
For the dead-alive rented parking space 37
2000 out the weekly under "Cycles to Gehenna" gets him floating 20 busses
Fireproof and
Corners like a two-tired so a too-tired rider can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign
Knows no zen in the art of
Only as the orchestrated patron saint of changing baby
Here is how a great escape goes when you can't take your dead friends names out phone

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

The man-ape glam thru the visor
Goes in lillies
Giger, and manray
Crammed in a one-player
Blinker like a bonfire over Samhain
Span where the hands mandate
an extension of the arms
They're mutating instead of farmed
Tonight a marmalade venus
Haunted mowers chewing glowing yard of mud between us
Ford, Jag, Datsun, Corvette, Lotus
All cones you can slalom your focused
Via mechanical Frankensteined poorly
And sanctioned by a New Yorkee
Who knew that any he could lose it to the decopaged suicide flooring
And still he keep his fuel tank portly, the 30 odd year old gears thank
The scarfthank Mom's new hobby, kssssht!

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

It was less an act of
More a lonely hearts club at the ofa magic bullet
Away on a relentless bid for inertia
Rattletrap forks married to the terra firma Ursa Minor getting warmer
I crowbar into the pecking
The dreck between the whores and Ford-ers
Hug a double spine
Knobby rubber a rat on a rope
Those fuckers run on passion alone
This is the product ofa d.i.y. inadequate
Grabbing a cabin in
a savage in the shadows of Rome
Amassed against insufferable
Fashioning gallows out of plastic and
I got the motordrome of death splintering under me
All-city bikes white knuckling
Bright light, tunnel kings tuck in the
PS - I this on a self-destructing memo...