Luyện nghe bài hát Maintenance

[Aesop
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voice] 4x
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[Aesop
Well any asshole a book of matches can light a fire fresh
Make that burn for days, I'll be impressed
Circlin past the culture's bigot, procreation baked in
Then ball and scurry up the to roll his marbles off the anthill
I know gerth and but recognize absentee ballot
And ballads couldn't fill the void
This game's in the Tugboat Complex and HE'S ANNOYED!
(No one's asking you to the narc, brother!)
Hmm, fashion
I'll find my own bullies to shake a wrapped in
Realigned mine knives in divine
Plus this laugh with those ample waves of brain finally crash
Brimstone clone with and dim poems
Ten Zen crafts
Things cooperate like dog participants litigans
Picket well or ride or burner clinic
Acid the basics
P-H imbalance to burn the malice spaceless
Then fabricate
I to be the halo that jumps off the brain
Of the genius who decided some pictures frames
(God and I are on a first basis)
I call him God, he calls me Jesus
When I my religion, he fell to pieces
Blade, dragon, up hell's
Interrupting a pagent
settling to madness
I my ghoul spirit concealed
Until the warriors to the Coney Isle Wonder Wheel

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My momma told me there'd be days 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 I'll you who you are
I walk a mile a leash attached to your freak seminar
It's a sensation on the boulevard of maintenance
To sweep your broken hopes the rugs then hug the playpen
This revolution through the loose pins and a strait jacket
A classed in a bunk category
They had him parallel with a tattered glory
(I devil drink dreams out of thermos)
Yeah, with a afterburn
like, nine o'clock wake (I'm up) spit obscentities
My girl ties on my cape, smoke a bone then work my dental
The clear day's with a classic mother nature thunderchaser set
That got my wings wet
Voyeurist amendments lack coverage in the syllabus
I dance with shuckles you man the keyhole grilling code
I've done my chores according to God's
With coffee the wheel and nicotine working the pedals
Metal edge kings that tends to the pebble
screaching out the operetta
I live to autograph the curtain with doveback feather pens
Spurting magma, cursing urns to burn until my Cleopatra
Minor (Major) dispersed slap on the
For the tennants lacking the arms to harbor the rarity of friendship
Stuck a "Yes sir"
Change of to ankle
Each the angle
I'ma home until the rock meets the angels

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