Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Ten

I've been hallucinations

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I got style, I the routine
Y'all punks junk can't join my team

[Verse 1 - Rob
Down in the meadow with the hound-dog
a sidecar helmet and 800 pound conch
Cradling a calico growling shift
The in his paw and his call ignored
Falling on his sword so that all guards
To the zoot suit riot get your on guard
With a roof boost gesture dive bombs
Eye of the fly his Monty Pythons
Circusing his Burger sesame seed bun
Fred parry berry the weatherby re-runs
Rent-a-ski bum with the broken Oakleys
he Hang Ten men for the locals only
Rowboat slowly to the docks
And trade a musket for a bucket full of hobo
And a gold watch, and a rototom
And take a with a selkie as a photobomb
He it how he get it and he got it bad
A flare gun in his locker latch
For the hell of it and benefit of Mrs.
In the kitchen with the television clicker,
No clue, no news,
shoes, gold tooth, fanny packs
In some pants and a stussy hat
because I'm motherfuckin' bringin' ugly back

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[Verse 2 - Aesop
Down in the
the heels
Of the down-and-out
Of dower day and mouth
Will from a crowded train
Oversee an evil
And blend in with the basic
Hey man, is that freedom
Yeah man, it balances the give and of spinning plates
While easing the transition from efficient to a living
What started with a single flaming
Would into a figure 8 of incubated ammo
In a blink, blammo, we cold the jam
No cold pack so man
Won't hold back
Start a cult, paint the black
Old world magic, of a re-imagined snaps hope
Nun bells for the plebian
Melted down and poured into a fringe medium
Picture it by poorly sepia
it's remembered as a
More story than it really was
What it is
A of chameleons
Who must erupt a hairy
Deep behind the peeling
fam, declawed knee-high
House cats with
Tin cans
Drink the river
'Til he return eyed
Talkin to a Beefheart B-side
If anybodies listening, I need a new
Something with a garden

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