Luyện nghe bài hát Maintenance

[Aesop
Count for me...thanks

[Robotic 4x
One, two, one, two, three,

Rock]
Well any asshole with a book of matches can light a fresh
Make that sucker burn for days, I'll be
past the culture's bigot, procreation baked in advanceable
Then ball and scurry up the grass to roll his marbles off the
I know gerth and nature but absentee ballot
And sappy ballads couldn't the void
This in the giant Tugboat Complex and HE'S ANNOYED!
(No asking you to feel the narc, brother!)
Hmm, it's
I'll find my own bullies to shake a finger in
Realigned knives in divine justice
Plus this laugh with those ample waves of brain finally crash
Brimstone clone with and dim poems
Ten little Zen
Things cooperate like paper dog litigans
Picket or ride or burner style clinic
with the basics
P-H imbalance to burn the martyrs spaceless
fabricate daytrips
I want to be the that jumps off the brain
Of the genius who decided some pictures deserved
(God and I are on a first basis)
Yeah I call him God, he calls me
I lost my religion, he fell to pieces
Blade, dragon, up creek
Interrupting a pagent
settling to madness
I keep my ghoul spirit
Until the warriors return to the Isle Wonder Wheel

4x
My momma told me there'd be like this
Days like this, days like this, days like (yes she did)

[Robotic 4x
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Rock]
Okay, tell me who you chill with and tell you who you are
I walk a mile with a leash attached to your seminar
It's a modern sensation on the of maintenance
To your broken hopes under the rugs then hug the playpen
This revolution pushing through the pins and a strait jacket
A maverick classed in a bunk
They had him parallel a tattered glory division
(I devil drink 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 day's laced with a classic mother nature thunderchaser set
That got my wings wet
Voyeurist lack expansive coverage in the syllabus
I dance with shuckles while you man the keyhole code
I've done my according to God's schedule
With coffee holding the wheel and nicotine working the
Metal kings that tends to rapel the pebble
screaching out the operetta
I to autograph the iron curtain with doveback feather pens
Spurting magma, cursing urns to burn until my Cleopatra
Minor (Major) dispersed on the wrist
For the tennants the arms to harbor the rarity of thick friendship
with a "Yes sir"
Change of fatigue to
Each the angle
I'ma call home until the rock the angels

4x

[Robotic voice] to fade*
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