Luyện nghe bài hát Oxygen

I'm twice born, and seven something
Once is the resurrection of honorable
Been shoveling coal as the engine's
Long enough to see my silhouette acquire a permanent in the posture
The of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment
Was, is, and forever will be a
I'm a columnist fathering doom document
Cursed of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant

One]
I know swamp rats who suckled oxygen purification
Sure AS had them speeennnd breeezzzzze
Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for the committee
Sputtering bum numb to stomach the city
that hugging a silhouette of willows where the hill's crest pan out?
On the candy crab apples, sugar dipped deadpan outs
I got a plan, I'll tourniquet my
Then feed a needle battling to mute the mess
patience galas with absentee ballots I shove in the button
Strutting to exhibit hostility function
With a heave, in comparison a Mathias Goliath
Live to riggedy frame in a wicked
I top and ate my creator then 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 stick and stone mixes hexed my fertile crescent
Now well, I'm laughing on the inside I swear
Just trying to keep my head above red tide
My imperfections off with buddy system symmetric morbidly
So every the discontent's locked accordingly
Let's mummy's, show the perfection of preserved glory condition
And pray for the day a star child the ribbon
Better land a two-hand grip when that spoon full of medical chaser
Credible craves her antidote's taste her
Bought her with a stolen peddler
Pigeon back pen
Never a grin implied health
Consider me a mobile for that hybrid plant of fabrics
I deemed practical, now is you is or is you ain't
I feel the wind in my opinions plus clutch to
Crush one's ginger bread awful,
It's like the day the great oak met the saw
A lifeline of spectacular expansion meets the
At the of one mans tantrums
My friend's got a book about dreams, I look and
I dream a book my friends and still can't decipher the half
Ch-ch-chatter box, now let a major
Cater to a king green on the brink of disease
I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and
Your and groans fuck it I'm tinted when accrete zone
Blow the pedals off a dandelion trying to make my gypsy blush
And felt as if I'd actually accomplish
the bullies of the jokes soak in treatment
Sit and watch the teeter on the evening
Brought a ghost up in the fuselage a second before the cog
To the Styx and stared him down he fixed it

OH, Fashion, it's cool and all but what God?
[Oh God, well the man, but I MEAN what about reading?]
What, like novels, man that hold my attention, HOW about television?
[Television hurts my brain, how walking in the rain?]
OOH, I hate walking, it's boring, how about old fashioned gone fishin'
[Yeah, fishing's great but JUST hooking the bait, lets dance]
NAH, I've got too left plus motion sickness, how about breakfast?
[Man, I'm hungry, but that means I'mma to borrow some money]
Let's fly a kite [Let's the generals]
Let's lemonade [Let's drink]
Let's poke a hole inside the tugboat, ease on back and it sink
[Nah, lets fail a pupil once a year at random to shake the
Casually note the blossom of phantom alignment

Two]
I'll make the water out of order in autumn
SORTA CAUGHT'EM When their GUARDS mimicked the vintage knuckle drag in a coffin
I affiliate my rag dummy appearance with a cohesive spirit
Cried a river yesterday, ain't a tear since
GIMME GIMME, the Old Yeller community cartoon
The carousel extravagant aware, inviting it
I'm swore to and matter and saddling
Warhead thorax and to primitive horse back galloping
My index fingers in my talisman branded up in the jackals skin
(I SPY THE PRODUCT)
One must pardon ye old common sheep
Weaving graceful through the prime directive
Greater retreats to allotted Valom
Bean where the fiend walk and my name is mud
But got a ring to it so my SQUEAL welcomes the flood
I through God's practical joke on man, practically broke,
And if they raise my again I'll spend my nights practically soaked
Who spits silk through the loose noose by the raft?
after lack of reasoning dead'em (it's like 3, 2, 1, bedlam)
Oh I'm hung, clung to hope but see you in hell
I'll be that clear blue icicle that refused to melt
Sturdy grillage, tin can skeleton,
Skull of a thousand dilapidated dream
Here to convict based on a tin bucket of
I steer where the heaven's merely a so the peasants dream well