Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Ten

I've been having

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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 the hungry hound-dog
With a sidecar helmet and 800 pound
Cradling a calico shift towards
The in his paw and his call ignored
on his sword so that calling all guards
To the zoot suit riot get giants on guard
With a roof boost rocky dive bombs
Eye of the goliath fly his Pythons
Circusing his King sesame seed bun
Fred parry berry with the weatherby
Rent-a-ski beach bum 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 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 tucked in his latch
For the of it and benefit of Mrs. White
In the kitchen the television clicker, right?
No clue, no news,
Boat shoes, tooth, fanny packs
In some fancy pants and a hat
Just because I'm motherfuckin' bringin' ugly

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[Verse 2 - Aesop
in the meadow
Darkening the
Of the animals
Of dower day and mouth
Will empty a crowded train
Oversee an plot
And blend in with the layman
Hey man, is that rock?
man, it balances the give and take of spinning plates
While the transition from efficient to a living grave
What started a single flaming arrow
Would grow into a 8 of incubated ammo
In a blink, blammo, we cold the jam
No pack so Cro-Magnon man
Won't hold homie
Start a cult, paint the world
Old world magic, of a re-imagined snaps hope
Nun bells for the plebian
down slow and poured into a fringe medium
Picture it by tinted sepia
Ensuring it's as a
More important than it really was
What it is
A culture of
Who must erupt a eyeball
Deep the peeling skin
fam, declawed knee-high
House cats with
Tin cans
Drink from the
he return three eyed
Talkin back to a B-side
If anybodies listening, I a new apartment
Something spooky a garden

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