Luyện nghe bài hát Neurotica

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

Swarthy of young impala flambastic gibbon
Even a monza
And over there that brilliant head ornament on that macaque
But look closely at the hammerhead 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 resonating repertoire is not too bad
mixed with the more musical twern of the tropical warbler
But the impatient taxi blare, the squawking ibis
And the glass-eye snapper papers, I can certainly live without

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

in Neurotica through neon heat disease
I at the swarming herds
I sweat the foul
I rove the scenery

Arrive in through neon heat disease
I swear at the swarming
I the foul terrain
I rove the scenery

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

Say, isn't that an elephant on the corner over there
at that bush 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 revue
Random animal parts now playing nightly, right in Neurotica
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