Luyện nghe bài hát Liquorice Alltime

Slime filth bildge and alienation live in the world non-event
Non-live own up to nighting except poodles in the oven and pillocks
On the TV; bare of any meaningful pith bereft of any reason or raisin
Puking in the back of beaten up arms dealers vocal chords
Place in our time in our alcohol prannies in our way
Place in our
in our time
Liquorice
Stream of shit drunken heretic in an afternoon of tragic
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 of discontent and the greater Galtieri of
Disappearance and gall bladder melt
Place in our
Place in our
alltime
Dehydration. Bleeding with totally infinitely traumatised human
Sausages in the greater pea soup of azure weather maps 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 for knowledge and total disregard for
Anything past including history
Falling, we're falling, me home my lovely to your first time bed and
Let me lie with you until they bury us in liquorice alltime, come my we
Face togetherness in the of all time
alltime