Luyện nghe bài hát Motorcycle Landscape

Modern Hanging Gardens grown Babylon seeds.
While pram baby batter sculptures covered in weeds.
The on the verge has gone old pubic grey
And the children in cement bag won't hurt you if you pay.

For there is a arm floating in the scum
And it's calling you over while it's you a bum.
And it you to brown. And it beckons you to brown.
And it thinks it found a chance to drown in a motorcycle landscape.

The only thing that bear are nails of bloody red.
On the pavement and contraceptives trodden dead.
All that we can reap are gurlie magazines.
Torn out genital burn, girls not in their teens.

For there is a doll's arm floating in the
And it's calling you over it's calling you a bum.
And it you to brown. And it beckons you to brown.
For it thinks it found a to drown another in a motorcycle landscape.

Gaily as we skip along fields of needless wire.
Glued up youths in high spirits kittens on the fire.
And down molester alley, the all roll in bliss.
Surely God would never his son to a world like this?

For is a doll's arm floating in the scum
And it's calling you over while it's you a bum.
And it beckons you to brown. And it you to brown.
For it thinks it a chance to drown another in a motorcycle landscape.