Luyện nghe bài hát Labor

Who put the monkey wrench in well oiled prefectionist
Just to watch these moniters spit noise
through office space?
Automate.
I infect jolly gene descendent cloud clusters
starving art revolution jugglers.
fan for brick habitat.
Bob, weave, stick, move,
and somewhere in the middle for slick invention.
years brain crops spread spectacular.
I mad at cha, don't stay mad at the caliber.
I characters like twist characters.
up the alley cat aggresion
in this E. Fresh infested mess up bass line lust.
An automatic krylon can combust circuits
these war picked cyphers
with Ted Stryker stability and 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 knew myself and didn't to ask nobody else.

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