Luyện nghe bài hát Little Death

Now it out
Like a finger in the back of mouth
Cherubs and cerebellum, Tara at wedding
Sam Sam
Band pushed the finger of Sam's hairiest hand
If that sickens you, you a
If it well then you wicked
Such is
Odd as Egg McMuffins at
No answers, so let us watch these
Structure reformed gracefully born
On the of dark greys, concaves and spirals
Kaleidoscope a Eiffel
It ripples it tidals
Vacillates then it
Babylons then it Bibles and
And tell me of the mothers
And today's mathematics for
And beasts' bellies like the cummerbunds of butlers

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

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

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

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

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