Luyện nghe bài hát Labor

Who put the wrench in well oiled prefectionist emblem
Just to watch moniters spit white noise
through your office
Automate.
I infect jolly gene pool descendent clusters
starving art sound jugglers.
Delinquent fan for habitat.
Bob, weave, stick, move,
and somewhere in the middle for slick invention.
This years brain crops spectacular.
I ain't mad at cha, stay mad at the caliber.
I twist characters twist characters.
Tally up the alley cat
in this Doug E. Fresh infested up bass line lust.
An automatic krylon can combust circuits
Working these war picked
Ted Stryker stability and kamakazi chivalry.
I alone in a warm food feud
Walking generation.
Ain't asking for your patience.
The opening holding me to the fact
that I myself and didn't have to ask nobody else.

(Talk labor)
Fantastic planet urchin work in.
Searching for pertinent verse the murderous diversion.
Apologies won't me to the communal sob story
nor would I lifestyle to benefit jury temperament.
This whole Green Goblin web butts up against
daydream landscapes spittin bedlam, dead 'em.
Charge the villagers nickles and
to him fed to one disgruntled kraken at high noon.
We'll sell popcorn, and balloons
I got an inkling gon be the one children bicker over.
Its that warriors vs. baseball element
to glitch his motor sensory
I am a star, really.
The big bastard's back
a one way ticket to Beat Street.
This all is like relevent to human kind supply/demand
man, it.
I work past the
I on what I love, I work to service all my burdens
And I'll work until this here little flat line closes the