Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Ten

I've having hallucinations

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

1 - Rob Sonic:]
Down in the meadow with the hungry
a sidecar helmet and 800 pound conch
Cradling a calico shift towards
The thorn in his paw and his ignored
Falling on his so that calling all guards
To the zoot riot get your giants on guard
With a roof gesture rocky dive bombs
Eye of the goliath fly his Pythons
Circusing his Burger King seed bun
Fred parry berry the weatherby re-runs
Rent-a-ski beach bum with the broken
he Hang Ten men for the locals only
Rowboat to the Roanoke docks
And a musket for a bucket full of hobo socks
And a rose watch, and a rototom
And a selfie with 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 of Mrs. White
In the kitchen with the clicker, right?
No clue, no news,
Boat shoes, gold tooth, fanny
In fancy pants and a stussy hat
Just because I'm bringin' ugly back

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[Verse 2 - Aesop
Down in the
Darkening the
Of the animals
Of dower day and mouth
Will empty a crowded train
Oversee an plot
And in with the basic layman
Hey man, is that rock?
Yeah man, it balances the give and take of spinning
While easing the transition from efficient to a living
What started with a single arrow
Would grow a figure 8 of incubated ammo
In a blink, blammo, we packed the jam
No cold so Cro-Magnon man
Won't hold homie
a cult, paint the world black
Old world magic, of a skull snaps hope
Nun bells ring for the
Melted slow and poured into a fringe medium
Picture it by tinted sepia
Ensuring remembered as a
More story than it really was
What it is
A culture of
Who must a hairy eyeball
Deep the peeling skin
fam, declawed knee-high
House bred with
Tin pre-tied
Drink from the
'Til he three eyed
Talkin to a Beefheart B-side
If anybodies listening, I a new apartment
Something with a garden

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