Luyện nghe bài hát Maintenance

[Aesop
that for me...thanks

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[Aesop
Well any asshole with a book of can light a fire fresh
that sucker burn for days, I'll be impressed
Circlin the culture's bigot, procreation baked in advanceable
Then ball and up the grass to roll his marbles off the anthill
I know gerth and but recognize absentee ballot
And ballads couldn't fill the void
This in the giant Tugboat Complex and HE'S ANNOYED!
(No one's you to feel the narc, brother!)
Hmm, fashion
I'll find my own bullies to shake a finger in
mine knives in divine justice
Plus this uncontrollable laugh with those ample of brain finally crash
Brimstone clone with and dim poems
Ten Zen crafts
Things like paper dog participants litigans
Picket or ride or burner style clinic
with the basics
P-H imbalance to burn the martyrs spaceless
Then fabricate
I want to be the halo that jumps off the
Of the who decided some pictures deserved frames
(God and I are on a name basis)
I call him God, he calls me Jesus
When I lost my religion, he fell to
Blade, dragon, up hell's
Interrupting a pagent
settling to madness
I keep my ghoul concealed
Until the warriors return to the Coney Wonder Wheel

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

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Rock]
Okay, tell me who you chill and I'll tell you who you are
I walk a with a leash attached to your freak seminar
a modern sensation on the boulevard of maintenance
To sweep your broken under the rugs then hug the playpen
This revolution pushing through the loose pins and a strait
A classed in a bunk category
They had him with a tattered glory division
(I could devil dreams out of thermos)
Yeah, with a whiskey
It's like, nine wake (I'm up) spit obscentities
My girl ties on my cape, smoke a bone work my dental tree
The clear day's laced with a classic nature thunderchaser set
That got my wings wet
Voyeurist amendments expansive coverage in the syllabus
I dance shuckles while you man the keyhole grilling code
done my chores according to God's schedule
With coffee holding the wheel and nicotine working the
Metal edge kings that tends to the pebble
screaching out the operetta
I live to autograph the iron curtain with doveback feather
Spurting magma, cursing television urns to burn until my
(Major) dispersed slap on the wrist
For the lacking the arms to harbor the rarity of thick friendship
with a "Yes sir"
Change of fatigue to
beneath the angle
I'ma call home the rock meets the angels

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