Luyện nghe bài hát Neurotica

Good morning, it's 3 a.m in this roaring city
Full of garbage eaters, ravaging, spots beneath my plaza window
I see cheetah in their tight skins and heels
All-night in the diner crossing the street

herds of young impala flambastic gibbon
Even a struggling
And over there that brilliant ornament on that Japanese macaque
But look closely at the hand in hand with the mandrill
It's a sight you're unlikely to see anywhere else on the

The and the noise, yes, yes
The howler's repertoire is not too bad
When mixed with the more musical twern of the warbler
But the impatient blare, the squawking elderly ibis
And the glass-eye snapper hawking papers, I can certainly without

be cautious of the poisonous, boomslang laughter
Social droppings of the fruit bat and purple queen
And who's babbler conversing with a magazine stand?
Evidently he's getting a reply

Arrive in Neurotica neon heat disease
I swear at the herds
I the foul terrain
I rove the moving

Arrive in Neurotica through neon heat
I at the swarming heards
I the foul terrain
I rove the scenery

I no fin, no wing, no stinger
No claw, no
I have no to say

Say, isn't that an elephant fish on the corner over
Look at that baby, mud puppy, noolbenger
Rhinoderma, marmoset, spring peeper, skink
Siren, skate, starling, sun-gazer, spoonbill, and

They seem to be everywhere, well it's a live
Random animal parts now playing nightly, right here in
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