Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Ten

I've having hallucinations

[Hook
I got style, I know the
Y'all punks popping junk can't my team

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

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[Verse 2 - Rock:]
in the meadow
Darkening the
Of the animals
Of dower day and sour
empty from a crowded train
Oversee an plot
And blend in with the layman
Hey man, is that rock?
Yeah man, it the give and take of spinning plates
While easing the transition from efficient to a grave
started with a single flaming arrow
Would grow into a figure 8 of incubated
In a blink, blammo, we cold the jam
No cold pack so man
hold back homie
Start a cult, the world black
Old world magic, of a re-imagined skull snaps
Nun bells for the plebian
Melted down slow and into a fringe medium
Picture it by poorly tinted
it's remembered as a
More important story it really was
What it is
A of chameleons
Who must erupt a hairy
Deep the peeling skin
Hold fam, declawed
House cats with
Tin pre-tied
Drink from the
'Til he return three
Talkin back to a Beefheart
If anybodies listening, I need a new
spooky with a garden

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