Luyện nghe bài hát Liquorice Alltime

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