Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Ten

I've been having

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

1 - Rob Sonic:]
Down in the meadow the hungry hound-dog
With a sidecar helmet and 800 conch
Cradling a growling shift towards
The thorn in his paw and his call
on his sword so that calling all guards
To the zoot riot get your giants on guard
With a roof boost gesture dive bombs
Eye of the goliath fly his Pythons
Circusing his King sesame seed bun
parry berry with the weatherby re-runs
Rent-a-ski beach bum with the broken
he Hang Ten men for the locals only
Rowboat slowly to the docks
And trade a musket for a full of hobo socks
And a gold watch, and a rototom
And take a selfie a selkie 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 with the television clicker, right?
No clue, no news,
Boat shoes, gold tooth, packs
In some fancy pants and a hat
Just because I'm motherfuckin' bringin' ugly

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[Verse 2 - Rock:]
in the meadow
Darkening the
Of the down-and-out
Of day and sour mouth
Will empty a crowded train
Oversee an plot
And blend in with the layman
Hey man, is that rock?
Yeah man, it balances the and take of spinning plates
While easing the transition efficient to a living grave
started with a single flaming arrow
Would grow into a figure 8 of ammo
In a blink, blammo, we packed the jam
No cold pack so man
Won't back homie
Start a cult, paint the world
Old world magic, of a re-imagined skull hope
Nun bells for the plebian
Melted down slow and poured into a medium
Picture it by poorly tinted
Ensuring it's as a
More important story it really was
What it is
A of chameleons
Who must erupt a hairy
Deep behind the skin
Hold fam, knee-high
cats bred with
Tin pre-tied
Drink the river
'Til he return eyed
Talkin back to a Beefheart
If anybodies listening, I need a new
Something with a garden

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