Luyện nghe bài hát God Bless You Blood Thirsty Zeppelins

"Save the falsetto valentines for the ice cube toast, for the filth roast."

You know she so clinique,
but you think she's asleep,
we're from inside the pilots seat.
Because this Marylin Monroe is a secret Zeppelin
whose sweat rains down napalm on all black tie celebrations.

Tear out your toupee for the afro fire,
save hors'dovours for the boiling lobster choir.

You know she looks so vulnerable in snakeskin shawl,
but we're watching her cut out eye holes
(because this Marylin Monroe is a Secret Zepplin
known towing a sign across the Coca-cola sky reads S.S. Penetration)

God Bless you Zeppelins!

And now we're flying the past
and butchered from out brains and left to rot.
And now we're flying the television towers
plastering the air with the film of prayer.
We don't need a blueprint, we need a blue print
the prints me, the blue prints you.

We'll build our engines hijacked hymans.
Propellers in whispered fury.
pluck our bombs from the greased pouch
of your presidents pupa louse.

Message
"Honey be home late, from the office today,
up to my in paperwork, yeah,
my boss is a jerk."

Telephone
"Yeah she bought the story...there's a up the street...
so show me surrender face baby"

Unfortunately this Monroe is a secret Zeppelin
set on a crash coarse with your cumshot
with the blowjob mansion.

And now we're flying over manufacturing authentic ecstacy.
And now flying over the swamp
that brews the biggest smiles, cackling in piles.
And now we're flying over the
derobed all the houses x-rayed all our exposed.
And all the copyrighted memories in my head spill to the
in a puddle of lead.
And while the traffic human tapestry's
we a chord to the frustriation symphony.
this marylin monroe is a secret zepplin...