Luyện nghe bài hát Mural

We're all chemicals, and minerals
Vicodin with tubes, wrapped around the arm
To see the vein a chicken on the barn
Top cat chat, let's another yarn
That's saucer cheese, or is it chicken parm'
But roosters don't fly boosters don't buy
So what powers to get them to the top
to fall asleep listening to bach?
The ribbon in the sky is the ribbon that I
Dribbling the eye the prism of a clock
That lacks meaning, but racks up of fat reading
They catch chief and wrapped up plants trap dealings

Now what's a coffin with a scratched
And what's the without the match feeling?
As buried living and cherry
Every from your berry system
Then proceed with the feeding
When I was I had visions of another world
looks at the porn stash of my brother hurl
Incense smoke vortices and other curls
Casting calls porn films and ad space for rubber girls
I my pancakes cut in swirls
Morrocan and undercover squirrels
I like cartoons, southern with large moons
Faith healers, ex-female drug and art booms
Apologize for my mix
taste like hot dogs and tear drips
And like pantomime and clear bricks
And smells like shotguns and piss
They on their hunt, kinda that I'm going hard
First of a party, that I throw in parts
One you playing pool, next minute you throwing darts
But that's how you do a party that you throw in bars
I run the gambit I'm throwing cards
From popular to overdosing hearts
Paint pictures like nova scotia landscapes
Nerd game make mandelbrot sets we handshake
A game back up plan that can dam lakes
Backup the word play at the man's states
Mean I can be the man if the dam breaks
And the man brakes I'm reflectious, what they can't face
My peers will treat the mirror like it's a fan base
The unfettered veteran, the eagle feathered man of
hovers above cities like weather men
And maybe weather
Whatever better to ya weather comin'
I prefer to reign all over the world

And not rain like, rain man or rain like rain
Or rain like a slight chance of when it's raining
Or like deer slaves to santa claus sleigh man
But reign like that reign over made man
And not queen like queen killer, bohemian queen
But queen like white wave hand
And not wave hand like a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving your
I'm talking like you saying "hey"
Man, and not hay for horses and hoarse like you almost
You gotta treat your vocal chords like it's a
And treat every single one of your words reinforcements
And especially you're recording
that's the portion that's important
When I was that I was poor
But now I'm more
It's still hooker heels on my sugar hills and sweet
Crying shames, make margarita from cheap tops
plots in floor, the ceiling windows for my peep pots
A little scene with the sickle to make the wheat drop
And a words for them hummingbirds that like to eavesdrop
And fan out like peacocks with a that beat box
So the sun rise the beat drops
And the sun dies when the beat
Then it unties, it relocks
Then it relapsed, it detox
Then heat back like a heat
On his knee caps of the spot
Cause he what we got, like yeah

Then forge poetry like a young morrissey
Then it to the golden locks thots
Who like their porridge all
Not scorching nor
From the orbitings, sorcerer, sorcery
Coming down gorgeously, just a stacey dash waterfall
A more torturing, a boarding barbie doll
A river of like a brazilian carnival
Swimming in feminine bikinis made out of
Somebody give the volleyballs
If you love her, ever send her to mally mall's
Homie if she lonely she might end up in claws
Coming out the over goblets down at madri gras
The fame, champagne, of shame lobby call
My reposition was condition of activism
Ammunition for abolition, attacking systems
But they not after listens, it's dropping on activision
Are we apps or are we bodies filled with
Operating applications, inside a apple prison
Chicken hack and download updates that religion

Or are we more, soil tainting, disloyal changelings
Preoccupied with boy and goyle
And other's royal saintings?
I sit back and watch the world the eye holes in my oil paintings
Uh!
nothin' to it but to do it
Unless you virgin mary, do it but the truest
Believe all that you jewish
is not a dictionary, it's a thesaurus
And I feel a missionary to a clitoris
The bearer heir of traditions that I swear to never change
My chair position or of my porridge
for sedition against the religion of a chorus
Keep them golden thieves out the motherfuckin' forest

As I perform a nerve
I prefer my pictures in word
the hatchet like how a bird born
As I paint cold pictures like kool-aid condensation
Having conversations with combinations
to my concentration
So that's oj the juiceman meets oj two hands
And two gloves, that's too
To who was, who drew blood

And, look at all these toucans
In a cemetery of tomahawkes
Giving middle fingers to the pigeons doing
Road runners don't off cliffs, they run across
Anomalies by the flukes by the reservoir
Wildin' pursuers end up as poofs on the floor
Levitating youth so know the truth of where the hides
Bucaraa roof painting tunnels onto the sides
A thousands parts a pound of an ounce of eyes
Announcing now the in mouth pronounces a count of lies
counts by the counts of 5, refrigerator roof full of animals and monsters
Incinerated shoes and the manual for
memories from my childhood
Absorbing energy from the wild
Electronic combat sign contract
Chinese killing cucarachas on contact
Chicago an aficionado
Efficient bridging divisions is in chicano
the boss? if isn't alyssa milano
Dudikoff, ninja mission into the
Polarize envy of the older
Black obi, shinobi hittin' kenno in the face with all my knives
Sub-zero guiding, hiding, riding in the as well
Sound village, leaf village, wolf spirit, spells
Dodging and catching hail
Faces need to catch the l
Special research vessels made for whales
Fillet-a-fish ships sea-shepherded peppered with extra
Rewrite history, needs a better bell
Maybe hotter irons and carbon fibres that never
science mixed with a odd alliance of fairytale
Or maybe just a metal that you hit with a steel tools
To announce that had enough and dropping out of seal school
Just like trout jumping out house to let they gills cool
Cuba-scuba couldn't take the temperature of my pool
I said it feels to kill fools
Slipping through the cracks like when you trying to gruel
Take no viking bottle and not following pill rules
Will have you off of the when you should be modelin' chill mood
Roller skater or are you just cobblin' wheel shoes
Overweight of kings food that kills crews
Oblivious feather-weight baker who autographed
Whenever his quill moves over your you
as a buddhist monk in a temple
Standing in some heel groove the abbot, practising stillness
Real still til he his realness
samsara achieves nirvana and brilliance, yea