Luyện nghe bài hát Liquorice Alltime

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