Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Ten

I've been hallucinations

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I got style, I know the
punks popping junk can't join my team

[Verse 1 - Rob
Down in the with the hungry hound-dog
With a sidecar and 800 pound conch
a calico growling shift towards
The thorn in his paw and his call
Falling on his sword so calling all guards
To the zoot riot get your giants on guard
With a roof gesture rocky dive bombs
Eye of the fly his Monty Pythons
his Burger King sesame seed bun
Fred parry berry the weatherby re-runs
Rent-a-ski beach bum with the broken
When he Hang Ten men for the only
Rowboat slowly to the Roanoke
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 locker
For the hell of it and benefit of Mrs.
In the kitchen with the television clicker,
No clue, no news,
Boat shoes, gold tooth, packs
In some fancy pants and a hat
Just I'm motherfuckin' bringin' ugly back

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[Verse 2 - Rock:]
in the meadow
Darkening the
Of the down-and-out
Of day and sour mouth
Will empty from a crowded
Oversee an evil
And in with the basic 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 with a single flaming
Would into a figure 8 of incubated ammo
In a blink, blammo, we packed the jam
No pack so Cro-Magnon man
Won't back homie
Start a cult, the world black
Old world magic, of a re-imagined skull hope
Nun ring for the plebian
Melted down and poured into a fringe medium
it by poorly tinted sepia
Ensuring remembered as a
More important story it really was
it really is
A of chameleons
Who must erupt a eyeball
Deep behind the skin
fam, declawed knee-high
House cats bred
Tin cans
Drink from the
'Til he return three
Talkin back to a Beefheart
If listening, I need a new apartment
Something spooky with a

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