Luyện nghe bài hát Neurotica

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

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

The and the noise, yes, yes
The howler's resonating is not too bad
When mixed with the more musical twern of the tropical
But the taxi blare, the squawking elderly ibis
And the snapper hawking papers, I can certainly live without

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

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

Arrive in Neurotica through neon disease
I swear at the swarming
I sweat the terrain
I rove the scenery

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

Say, that an elephant fish on the corner over there
Look at that baby, mud puppy, noolbenger
Rhinoderma, marmoset, peeper, shingleback skink
Siren, skate, starling, sun-gazer, spoonbill, and

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