Luyện nghe bài hát Neurotica

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

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

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

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

Arrive in Neurotica through neon disease
I at the swarming herds
I the foul terrain
I the moving scenery

Arrive in Neurotica through neon disease
I swear at the heards
I sweat the terrain
I rove the moving

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

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

They seem to be everywhere, well a live revue
animal parts now playing nightly, right here in Neurotica
So