Luyện nghe bài hát Oxygen

I'm twice born, once and something
Once is the of honorable function
Been coal as the engine's doctor
Long enough to see my silhouette acquire a kink in the posture
The maintenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true
Was, is, and forever will be a
I'm a sovereignty fathering doom document
Cursed version of a certain Mary womb occupant

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I know rats who never suckled oxygen purification
Sure AS blurry had them breeezzzzze
Stuck until my leaves puppet for the plummet committee
bum numb enough to stomach the city
Who's that hugging a silhouette of willows where the hill's crest pan
On the candy coated crab apples, dipped deadpan outs
I got a plan, I'll tourniquet my
Then feed a needle into battling to mute the
When patience galas with absentee ballots I shove in the
Strutting to exhibit mankind's function
With a heave, paling in a Mathias Goliath
Live to riggedy frame in a wicked
I top and ate my nameless creator then I eyelids
With a we saw the same thing through a second
What's that? The grand mosaic historical glory in a legend
me through the time stick and stone mixes hexed my fertile crescent
Now all's well, I'm laughing on the I swear
Just trying to my head above red tide despair
My imperfections pair off buddy system symmetric morbidly
So second the discontent's locked accordingly
Let's mummy's, show the perfection of preserved glory condition
And pray for the day a star tugs the ribbon
Better land a two-hand grip that spoon full of sugar medical chaser
Credible her antidote's terrible taste her
Bought her with a stolen peddler
Pigeon back pen
Never a grin implied health
Consider me a mobile advertisement for hybrid plant of fabrics
I practical, now is you is or is you ain't compatible?
I feel the wind in my plus hyper clutch to
one's ginger bread tenement awful,
It's the day the great oak met the saw mill
A lifeline of spectacular expansion the reaper
At the hand of one mans
My got a book about dreams, I look and laugh
I a book about my friends and still can't decipher the half
Ch-ch-chatter box, now let a soothsayer
Cater to a king battered on the brink of disease
I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and
Your grin and fuck it I'm tinted when accrete zone
Blow the off a dandelion trying to make my little gypsy blush
And as if I'd actually accomplish something
Fortify the of the jokes soak in treatment
Sit and watch the percentages teeter on the
Brought a ghost up in the fuselage a second before the cog
To the Styx and stared him until he fixed it

OH, Fashion, it's cool and all but what about
[Oh God, well the man, but I MEAN what about reading?]
What, novels, man that don't hold my attention, HOW about television?
[Television hurts my brain, how about walking in the
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 feet plus motion sickness, how breakfast?
[Man, I'm hungry, but that I'mma have to borrow some money]
Let's fly a [Let's burn the generals]
Let's lemonade [Let's drink]
Let's poke a inside 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 blossom of phantom alignment

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I'll make the water fall out of order in
SORTA CAUGHT'EM When their mimicked the vintage knuckle drag sacked in a coffin
I affiliate my rag dummy appearance with a most cohesive
Cried a river yesterday, shed a tear since
GIMME GIMME, wrote the Old Yeller community
The carousel extravagant aware, inviting it
I'm swore to Adam and and saddling
thorax and abdomen to primitive horse back galloping
My fingers DRESSED in my talisman branded up in the jackals skin
(I SPY THE PRODUCT)
One must pardon ye old common sheep
Weaving graceful through the directive column
Greater virus retreats to allotted
stalk where the fiend walk and my name is mud
But that's got a to it so my SQUEAL welcomes the flood
I walk through God's practical joke on man, broke,
And if they raise my rent again I'll spend my nights practically
Who spits silk dimensions through the loose by the raft?
'cause after lack of reasoning dead'em (it's 3, 2, 1, bedlam)
Oh I'm hung, clung to hope but see you in hell
I'll be clear blue icicle that simply refused to melt
Sturdy grillage, tin can skeleton,
of a thousand dilapidated dream remnants
Here to convict based on a tin of evidence
I steer where the heaven's a legend so the peasants dream well