Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Ten

I've been having

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

1 - Rob Sonic:]
Down in the meadow with the hungry
With a sidecar helmet and 800 conch
Cradling a growling shift towards
The thorn in his paw and his ignored
Falling on his sword so that calling all
To the zoot suit riot get giants on guard
With a roof boost gesture rocky bombs
Eye of the fly his Monty Pythons
Circusing his Burger sesame seed bun
Fred parry berry with the weatherby
Rent-a-ski bum with the broken Oakleys
When he Ten men for the locals only
Rowboat to the Roanoke docks
And trade a musket for a bucket of hobo socks
And a gold watch, and a rototom
And take a selfie with a selkie as a
He it how he get it and he got it bad
A flare gun tucked in his latch
For the hell of it and of Mrs. White
In the kitchen the television clicker, right?
No clue, no news,
Boat shoes, gold tooth, packs
In some fancy and a stussy hat
Just because I'm motherfuckin' ugly back

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[Verse 2 - Aesop
in the meadow
Darkening the
Of the animals
Of day and sour mouth
Will empty a crowded train
Oversee an evil
And blend in the basic layman
Hey man, is that rock?
Yeah man, it balances the give and of spinning plates
easing the transition from efficient to a living grave
What started with a single arrow
Would grow into a 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 magic, of a re-imagined skull snaps hope
Nun bells ring for the
Melted down and poured into a fringe medium
it by poorly tinted sepia
Ensuring it's as a
More important story than it was
it really is
A of chameleons
Who erupt a hairy eyeball
behind the peeling skin
Hold fam, knee-high
House cats with
Tin pre-tied
from the river
'Til he return eyed
back to a Beefheart B-side
If anybodies listening, I a new apartment
Something spooky a garden

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