Luyện nghe bài hát Cycles To Gehenna

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

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

The man-ape translates thru the visor
Goes in water
Am-scrays Giger, and
Crammed in a campaign
Blinker a hallowed bonfire over Samhain
where the praying hands mandate
Bars an extension of the
They're mutating of being farmed
Tonight a marmalade venus
Haunted mowers chewing every yard of mud between us
Ford, Jag, Datsun, Corvette, Lotus
All cones you can slalom your focused
Via mechanical Frankensteined poorly
And by a New Yank Yorkee
Who knew any moment he could 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 that defies belief
what our fundamental sciences teach,
every other mighty asleep
Gangway - eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, teeth

It was less an act of
More a lonely hearts club at the helm ofa bullet
Away on a bid for rarefied inertia
Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra Ursa Minor getting warmer
I into the pecking order
The between the whores and Betty Ford-ers
Hug a yellow spine
Knobby rubber like a rat on a
little fuckers run on passion alone
This is the product ofa d.i.y. inadequate
a cabin in the-fuck-outta-dodge
Actin' a in the shadows of Rome
Amassed against odds
Fashioning gallows out of plastic and
I got the motordrome walls of splintering under me
All-city galvanized white knuckling
Bright light, tunnel tuck in the devil
PS - I wrote on a self-destructing memo...