Luyện nghe bài hát Oxygen

I'm twice born, once and something
is the resurrection of honorable function
Been shoveling coal as the doctor
enough to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in the posture
The maintenance of icicle 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
AS blurry had them speeennnd breeezzzzze
Stuck until my leaves puppet for the plummet committee
Sputtering bum numb to stomach the city
Who's that hugging a silhouette of willows the hill's crest pan out?
On the candy coated apples, sugar dipped deadpan outs
I got a plan, I'll my quest
Then feed a needle into battling to mute the
When patience galas with absentee I shove in the button
Strutting to mankind's hostility function
With a heave, paling in a Mathias Goliath
Live to riggedy in a wicked silence
I top and ate my nameless creator I bumped eyelids
With a Christ we saw the thing through a second
What's that? The mosaic depicting historical glory in a legend
Nursed me through the time and stone mixes hexed my fertile crescent
Now all's well, I'm laughing on the inside I
trying to keep my head above red tide despair
My pair off with buddy system symmetric morbidly
So every second the discontent's locked
Let's turn mummy's, show the of preserved glory condition
And for the day a star child tugs the ribbon
Better land a two-hand grip when that spoon full of sugar medical
Credible craves her terrible taste her
Bought her with a stolen peddler
back feather pen
Never said a grin health
Consider me a mobile for that hybrid plant of fabrics
I deemed practical, now is you is or is you ain't
I the wind in my opinions plus hyper clutch to
Crush one's bread tenement awful,
It's like the day the oak met the saw mill
A lifeline of spectacular meets the reaper
At the of one mans tantrums
My friend's got a book about dreams, I look and
I dream a about my friends and still can't decipher the half
Ch-ch-chatter box, now let a major
Cater to a king green battered on the of disease
I am, and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome
Your grin and groans it I'm tinted when accrete zone
Blow the pedals off a dandelion trying to make my little gypsy
And felt as if I'd actually accomplish
Fortify the bullies of the soak in treatment
Sit and watch the percentages on the evening
a ghost up in the fuselage a second before the cog dropped
To the and stared him down until he fixed it

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

[Verse
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 a most cohesive spirit
Cried a river yesterday, ain't shed a since
GIMME GIMME, the Old Yeller community cartoon
The carousel ballooned aware, inviting it
I'm swore to Adam and matter and
Warhead thorax and abdomen to primitive horse back
My index fingers DRESSED in my talisman branded up in the skin
(I SPY THE PRODUCT)
One pardon ye old common sheep detour
Weaving through the prime directive column
Greater retreats to allotted Valom
Bean stalk the fiend walk and my name is mud
But that's got a ring to it so my SQUEAL welcomes the
I walk through God's practical joke on man, broke,
And if they raise my rent again spend my nights practically soaked
Who spits dimensions through the loose noose by the raft?
'cause lack of reasoning dead'em (it's like 3, 2, 1, bedlam)
Oh I'm hung, I've clung to but see you in hell
I'll be that clear blue icicle that simply refused to
Sturdy grillage, tin can skeleton,
Skull of a thousand dilapidated remnants
Here to convict based on a tin bucket of
I steer where the heaven's merely a legend so the dream well