Luyện nghe bài hát Oxygen

I'm born, once and seven something
is the resurrection of honorable function
Been coal as the engine's doctor
Long enough to see my acquire a permanent kink in the posture
The maintenance of spirit by the warmth of true endearment
Was, is, and forever be a luxury
I'm a sovereignty columnist fathering doom
Cursed of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant

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I know swamp rats who never oxygen purification
Sure AS had them speeennnd breeezzzzze
Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for the committee
Sputtering bum numb enough to stomach the
Who's that hugging a silhouette of willows where the crest pan out?
On the candy coated crab apples, sugar dipped deadpan
I got a plan, I'll my quest
feed a needle into battling to mute the mess
When galas with absentee ballots I shove in the button
to exhibit mankind's hostility function
With a heave, paling in comparison a Mathias
Live to riggedy in a wicked silence
I top and ate my nameless creator I bumped eyelids
With a Christ we saw the same thing through a
What's that? The grand mosaic depicting glory in a legend
Nursed me through the time stick and mixes hexed my fertile crescent
Now all's well, I'm on the inside I swear
Just trying to my head above red tide despair
My imperfections pair off with buddy system symmetric
So every second the locked accordingly
turn mummy's, show the perfection of preserved glory condition
And for the day a star child tugs the ribbon
Better land a two-hand grip when spoon full of sugar medical chaser
craves her antidote's terrible taste her
Bought her a stolen soul peddler
Pigeon back pen
Never a grin implied health
Consider me a mobile advertisement for that hybrid of fabrics
I deemed practical, now is you is or is you compatible?
I feel the in my opinions plus hyper clutch to
Crush one's ginger bread awful,
It's the day the great oak met the saw mill
A lifeline of expansion meets the reaper
At the of one mans tantrums
My got a book about dreams, I look and laugh
I dream a book about my friends and still decipher the half
Ch-ch-chatter box, now let a major
Cater to a green battered on the brink of disease
I am, and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome
Your grin and groans fuck it I'm when accrete zone
the pedals off a dandelion trying to make my little gypsy blush
And felt as if I'd actually something
the bullies of the jokes soak in treatment
Sit and the percentages teeter on the evening
Brought a ghost up in the fuselage a before the cog dropped
To the Styx and stared him down until he it

OH, Fashion, it's cool and all but what about
[Oh God, well he's the man, but I MEAN what about
What, like novels, man don't hold my attention, HOW about television?
[Television hurts my brain, how about in the rain?]
OOH, I hate walking, it's boring, how about old fashioned gone fishin'
[Yeah, fishing's but JUST HATE hooking the bait, lets dance]
NAH, I've got too left feet plus motion sickness, how breakfast?
[Man, I'm hungry, but that means I'mma have to borrow money]
Let's fly a kite burn the generals]
sell lemonade [Let's drink]
Let's poke a hole the tugboat, ease on back and watch it sink
[Nah, lets fail a pupil once a year at random to the academy]
Casually note the of phantom alignment strategy

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I'll make the water fall out of in autumn
SORTA CAUGHT'EM When their GUARDS mimicked the knuckle drag sacked in a coffin
I affiliate my rag dummy appearance a most cohesive spirit
Cried a river yesterday, ain't shed a since
GIMME GIMME, wrote the Old Yeller cartoon
The ballooned extravagant aware, inviting it
I'm swore to Adam and matter and
Warhead thorax and abdomen to primitive horse back
My fingers DRESSED in my talisman branded up in the jackals skin
(I SPY THE PRODUCT)
One must pardon ye old common detour
graceful through the prime directive column
Greater virus retreats to Valom
Bean stalk where the fiend and my name is mud
But that's got a to it so my SQUEAL welcomes the flood
I walk through God's practical on man, practically broke,
And if they raise my rent I'll spend my nights practically soaked
Who spits silk dimensions through the noose by the raft?
'cause after of reasoning dead'em (it's like 3, 2, 1, bedlam)
Oh I'm hung, I've clung to hope but see you in
I'll be that blue icicle that simply refused to melt
iron grillage, tin can skeleton,
Skull of a thousand dilapidated dream
to convict based on a tin bucket of evidence
I steer where the heaven's merely a legend so the peasants dream