Luyện nghe bài hát Neurotica

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

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

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

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

Arrive in Neurotica through heat disease
I swear at the swarming
I sweat the terrain
I rove the moving

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

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

Say, isn't an elephant fish on the corner over there
Look at that baby, mud puppy, noolbenger
Rhinoderma, marmoset, spring peeper, shingleback
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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