Luyện nghe bài hát Oxygen

I'm twice born, once and something
Once is the 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 spirit by the of true endearment
Was, is, and forever will be a
I'm a sovereignty columnist fathering document
Cursed version of a certain Virgin womb occupant

[Verse
I know swamp rats who never oxygen purification
Sure AS had them speeennnd breeezzzzze
Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for the committee
bum numb enough to stomach the city
Who's that hugging a of willows where the hill's crest pan out?
On the coated crab apples, sugar dipped deadpan outs
I got a plan, I'll tourniquet my
Then a needle into battling to mute the mess
When patience galas with absentee ballots I shove in the
Strutting to mankind's hostility function
With a heave, paling in comparison a Mathias
Live to riggedy frame in a wicked
I top and ate my nameless creator then I bumped
With a Christ we saw the thing through a second
What's that? The grand depicting historical glory in a legend
Nursed me the time stick and stone mixes hexed my fertile crescent
Now well, I'm laughing 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
Let's turn mummy's, show the perfection of glory condition
And for the day a star child tugs the ribbon
Better land a two-hand grip when that spoon full of sugar chaser
Credible craves her terrible taste her
Bought her with a soul peddler
back feather pen
Never said a grin health
Consider me a advertisement for that hybrid plant of fabrics
I deemed practical, now is you is or is you compatible?
I feel the wind in my opinions plus hyper to
one's ginger bread tenement awful,
It's like the day the oak met the saw mill
A lifeline of spectacular expansion the reaper
At the of one mans tantrums
My friend's got a book about dreams, I look and
I a book about my friends and still can't decipher the half
box, now let a soothsayer major
Cater to a king green battered on the brink of
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 to make my little gypsy blush
And as if I'd actually accomplish something
Fortify the bullies of the jokes in treatment
Sit and the percentages teeter on the evening
Brought a up in the fuselage a second before the cog dropped
To the Styx and stared him down until he it

OH, Fashion, cool and all but what about God?
[Oh God, he's the man, but I MEAN what about reading?]
What, like novels, man that don't hold my attention, HOW about
[Television hurts my brain, how about walking in the
OOH, I hate walking, it's boring, how some old fashioned gone fishin'
[Yeah, fishing's great but JUST HATE 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 have to some money]
Let's fly a kite burn the generals]
sell lemonade [Let's drink]
Let's poke a hole inside the tugboat, on back and watch it sink
[Nah, lets fail a pupil once a year at random to shake the
Casually the blossom of phantom alignment strategy

[Verse
I'll make the water fall out of in autumn
SORTA When their GUARDS mimicked the vintage knuckle drag sacked in a coffin
I affiliate my rag dummy appearance with a most spirit
a river yesterday, ain't shed a tear since
GIMME GIMME, wrote the Old Yeller community
The carousel ballooned extravagant aware, 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 ye old common sheep detour
Weaving graceful through the directive column
Greater virus retreats to Valom
Bean where the fiend walk and my name is mud
But that's got a ring to it so my welcomes the flood
I walk through practical joke on man, practically broke,
And if they raise my again I'll spend my nights practically soaked
Who spits silk dimensions through the loose noose by the
'cause after 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 simply refused to melt
Sturdy grillage, tin can skeleton,
Skull of a thousand dream remnants
Here to convict based on a tin bucket of
I steer where the heaven's merely a legend so the peasants dream