Luyện nghe bài hát Liquorice Alltime

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