Luyện nghe bài hát Little Death

Now it out
Like a in the back of your mouth
and cerebellum, Tara at Sarah's wedding
Sam Sam
Band pushed upon the finger of hairiest hand
If that you, you a bigot
If it doesn't well you wicked
Such is
Odd as Egg at night
No answers, so let us watch dancers
reformed gracefully being born
On the pallet of dark greys, and spirals
into a Eiffel
It ripples it tidals
then it virals
Babylons then it Bibles and
And tell me of the spinning
And today's mathematics for
And beasts' bellies like the cummerbunds of butlers

How was your day, can I make you say
What I hear, cause I want you here
The hell that we to the heavens do anything for
La mort, la petite mort

They keep the bottles to make glass houses
climb up to the second floors and throw rocks out it
Then expect not a volley in
Some place like prolly in the eye
of the chicken? what is it missin', is it dry?
Did it die in some inhumane conditions so it go relaxed
And attention from its demise all of the flavor from the fat
And made it and rather lifeless
Well there's a that has a stunning [?]
And more mercifully Pisces
But are still the prices
It's rather niceless, apricot in dices and fromage
My son will call rices
If and when left to his own devices, well
How is your
Is it returning like a tree
To bitter fruit of what you meant to me
Or was it slippin' permission am I trippin' like Phil
I I'm grippin' but maybe the transmission
Still left out the life, also out the will, grief
Will cheese never touch your
like kosher beef
Is it real, is it real, is it
Ha, hah!

How at the date can I you my break
Cause I want you dear, ooh, I you dear
The hell we raised to the heavens make [?] for
Our petite mort, our petite

So glad back, but not glad at that you're glad
Where is the in collapse?
Where in the of the facts shoves one back to a pattern of stab wounds
ridden goons consumed and driven mad soon
The attended years slowly fills baboons
That other monkey
Where go free cause a junkie's a funky witness
mascaras from the cunning mask wearers of death
Bygone errors, sittin' two oil derricks
by a sea of cooling num nums
Reminiscing of an day playing hum drum
Where went unnoticed
And then till it was stoic
We should've poets
Somewhere between amateurs and grandmasters of pentameter

How are your chains, do they you behave
you over here, by your overseer
Fallen grace down from heaven to memories [?]
La petite mort, la petite