Luyện nghe bài hát Maintenance

[Aesop
that for me...thanks

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[Aesop
any asshole with a book of matches can light a fire fresh
Make that sucker for days, I'll be impressed
Circlin past the culture's bigot, procreation in advanceable
Then ball and scurry up the to roll his marbles off the anthill
I gerth and nature but recognize absentee ballot
And sappy ballads fill the void
This game's in the giant Complex and HE'S ANNOYED!
(No one's asking you to the narc, brother!)
Hmm, it's
find my own bullies to shake a finger wrapped in
Realigned mine in divine justice
Plus uncontrollable laugh with those ample waves of brain finally crash
clone with legs and dim poems
Ten little Zen
Things cooperate paper dog participants litigans
Picket well or ride or burner clinic
Acid with the
P-H imbalance to the malice martyrs spaceless
Then daytrips
I to be the halo that jumps off the brain
Of the genius who decided some pictures frames
(God and I are on a name basis)
I call him God, he calls me Jesus
When I lost my religion, he to pieces
Blade, dragon, up hell's
Interrupting a pagent
settling to madness
I my ghoul spirit concealed
Until the warriors return to the Coney Wonder Wheel

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

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[Aesop
Okay, tell me who you chill with and tell you who you are
I walk a mile with a leash attached to freak seminar
It's a modern sensation on the of maintenance
To sweep your broken hopes under the rugs then hug the
revolution pushing through the loose pins and a strait jacket
A maverick classed in a category
They had him with a tattered glory division
(I could devil drink out of thermos)
Yeah, a whiskey afterburn
It's like, nine o'clock wake (I'm up) obscentities
My girl ties on my cape, smoke a then work my dental tree
The clear day's laced with a classic mother thunderchaser set
That got my papergrain's wet
Voyeurist amendments lack expansive coverage in the
I dance shuckles while you man the keyhole grilling code
I've done my chores according to God's
coffee holding the wheel and nicotine working the pedals
Metal edge kings that tends to the pebble
Kettle out the operetta
I to autograph the iron curtain with doveback feather pens
Spurting magma, cursing television urns to burn my Cleopatra
Minor (Major) dispersed slap on the
For the tennants lacking the arms to harbor the rarity of thick
with a "Yes sir"
Change of to ankle
Each beneath the
I'ma call home the rock meets the angels

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