Luyện nghe bài hát Liquorice Alltime

Slime filth bildge and live in the world experience non-event
Non-live own up to nighting poodles in the microwave oven and pillocks
On the Phillips TV; bare of any meaningful pith bereft of any or raisin
Puking in the alleys of beaten up arms dealers vocal chords
Place in our time chips in our alcohol in our way
Place in our
Place in our
Liquorice
Stream of shit conciousness drunken heretic in an of tragic
Sunsets and foggy mornings, tragedy eyebrows, the run with blood
From my ears like an electric mistress at point blank the frontal
Lobes and back onto the dole and into the scratching paupers of daily
in the Thatcherdom of discontent and the greater Galtieri of
Disappearance and gall melt down
in our time
Place in our
alltime
Dehydration. Bleeding mothers totally infinitely traumatised human
Sausages in the greater green pea soup of azure weather and bullshit
Representation of Jack Frost God me stood at the bar as a Newton's
Apple falling through universes of seven dimensions looking
For eight in the greedy onslaught for knowledge and disregard for
Anything past future history
Falling, we're falling, take me home my lovely to your time bed and
Let me lie with you until they bury us in liquorice alltime, come my we
togetherness in the tragedy of all time
Liquorice