Luyện nghe bài hát Dorks

Question: If I died in my apartment a rat in a cage
Would the smell the corpse before the cat ate my face?
I to floss the albatross like Daddy Kane with the chain
I'm tryin' to jettison the ballast the hazardous waste
The kid is comfortably numb, a tedious crutch
Deep in a self imposed Stockholm and Lima
Maybe an popular with demons and ducks
Made any mingling to bein' seasoned and stuffed
It's a of jumpin' jellyfish, jealous little sycophants
Miserable and flimsy from the to the pissy pants
one seperately convinced
They're with Da Vinci's hands
turn a communication of prison camp
You dorks ain't a threat to the cause
ain't a lesson we can learn from the ostensibly lost
I think it's when defendants from identical haunts
out the tempest to measure Of what the spectrum involves
Maybe no one cares, over here, I'll be over there

need no help, all by myself

I used to hang around with rappers at the of the scene
It meant a lot to feel the fugitive breathe
to sentimentalize is to be truly naive
I know shit about your heroes that you wouldn't believe
I think we're all a of weirdos on a quest to belong
The songs are echolocation up in fog
That's why it's odd to see a pile of and flaws
a pedestal to patronize the rest of the cogs
And a mess of obnoxious fantasy, and pageantry
I ain't even mad, I'm impressed, shit baffling
God almighty chop an ivory tower to piano
Play your own dirge on the way to surfin' beach
You dorks ain't a source of the art
You can't be cooler than the corners Where you source all your The poker face, all it takes a couple sordid remarks
We let the manticore out, We make the sorcery
is so unfair, party over here, I'll be over there

Don't no help, all by myself

I view the rattling of sabres like a to expose
exploding in emotional code
With braggadocio to go from jokey to gross
Corrode a til his probity is notably ghost
the hobby was a job he was a manager,
Hell You would round your momma like an infant gazelle
The disillusionment has been a difficult pill
you was anything menacing is a difficult sell
In a whistle-and-bellorama, black mollies to dress up piranha
It's not compelling melodrama
It's a comedy, wanna shop you as a saga
I'm very persona non grata
You dorks ain't the leaders we need
This ain't the medium for out to weasel and breed
I'm off in with the paupers over tea with the queen
Don't make 'em show the regency disobedient means
Heavy load to bear, over here, I'll be over there

need no help, all by myself