Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Ten

I've having hallucinations

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

[Verse 1 - Rob
Down in the meadow with the hound-dog
With a sidecar helmet and 800 pound
Cradling a calico shift towards
The thorn in his paw and his ignored
Falling on his sword so that all guards
To the zoot riot get your giants on guard
With a roof boost rocky dive bombs
Eye of the goliath fly his Monty
Circusing his Burger King sesame bun
Fred parry berry with the re-runs
Rent-a-ski beach bum with the Oakleys
he Hang Ten men for the locals only
Rowboat slowly to the Roanoke
And trade a musket for a full of hobo socks
And a gold watch, and a rototom
And take a with a selkie as a photobomb
He it how he get it and he got it bad
A flare gun in his locker latch
For the hell of it and of Mrs. White
In the with the television clicker, right?
No clue, no news,
shoes, gold tooth, fanny packs
In some fancy pants and a hat
Just because I'm motherfuckin' bringin' back

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[Verse 2 - Rock:]
Down in the
Darkening the
Of the down-and-out
Of day and sour mouth
empty from a crowded train
Oversee an evil
And blend in with the layman
Hey man, is that freedom
man, it balances the give and take of spinning plates
While the transition from efficient to a living grave
What started with a single arrow
Would into a figure 8 of incubated ammo
In a blink, blammo, we packed the jam
No cold so Cro-Magnon man
hold back homie
Start a cult, the world black
Old world magic, of a re-imagined skull snaps
Nun bells for the plebian
Melted slow and poured into a fringe medium
Picture it by poorly tinted
it's remembered as a
More important story than it was
it really is
A culture of
Who must erupt a eyeball
Deep the peeling skin
Hold fam, declawed
cats bred with
Tin pre-tied
Drink the river
'Til he return three
Talkin back to a B-side
If anybodies listening, I a new apartment
Something with a garden

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