Luyện nghe bài hát Maintenance

[Aesop
that for me...thanks

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[Aesop
Well any with a book of matches can light a fire fresh
Make that sucker burn for days, I'll be
Circlin the culture's bigot, procreation baked in advanceable
Then ball and scurry up the to roll his marbles off the anthill
I know gerth and nature but absentee ballot
And sappy ballads fill the void
This game's in the Tugboat Complex and HE'S ANNOYED!
(No one's asking you to the narc, brother!)
Hmm, it's
I'll find my own bullies to shake a finger in
Realigned mine knives in justice
Plus this uncontrollable laugh with those ample waves of finally crash
Brimstone clone with and dim poems
Ten little Zen
Things cooperate like paper dog litigans
Picket well or or burner style clinic
with the basics
P-H imbalance to burn the martyrs spaceless
Then fabricate
I want to be the halo that off the brain
Of the who decided some pictures deserved frames
(God and I are on a name basis)
Yeah I call him God, he me Jesus
When I lost my religion, he to pieces
Blade, dragon, up creek
Interrupting a pagent
Starfighter to madness
I my ghoul spirit concealed
Until the warriors to the Coney Isle Wonder Wheel

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My momma me there'd be days like this
Days like this, like this, days like this (yes she did)

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Okay, tell me who you chill with and I'll you who you are
I walk a mile with a leash attached to your freak
a modern sensation on the boulevard of maintenance
To sweep your broken hopes the rugs then hug the playpen
This revolution pushing through the loose pins and a strait
A maverick in a bunk category
had him parallel with a tattered glory division
(I could drink dreams out of thermos)
Yeah, a whiskey afterburn
like, nine o'clock wake (I'm up) spit obscentities
My girl ties on my cape, a bone then work my dental tree
The clear day's laced with a classic nature thunderchaser set
That got my papergrain's wet
Voyeurist amendments lack coverage in the syllabus
I dance with while you man the keyhole grilling code
I've done my chores to God's schedule
With coffee the wheel and nicotine working the pedals
edge kings that tends to rapel the pebble
Kettle screaching out the
I live to autograph the iron with doveback feather pens
Spurting magma, cursing urns to burn until my Cleopatra
Minor (Major) dispersed slap on the
For the tennants the arms to harbor the rarity of thick friendship
Stuck a "Yes sir"
Change of to ankle
Each the angle
I'ma call home the rock meets the angels

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