Luyện nghe bài hát Oxygen

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

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I know swamp rats who never suckled purification
Sure AS blurry had them breeezzzzze
Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for the plummet
Sputtering bum numb to stomach the city
Who's that hugging a silhouette of willows the hill's crest pan out?
On the coated crab apples, sugar dipped deadpan outs
I got a plan, I'll tourniquet my
Then feed a needle into to mute the mess
When patience galas with ballots I shove in the button
Strutting to exhibit hostility function
With a heave, paling in comparison a Goliath
to riggedy frame in a wicked silence
I top and ate my nameless creator I bumped eyelids
With a we saw the same thing through a second
What's that? The grand mosaic depicting glory in a legend
me through the time stick and stone 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 system symmetric morbidly
So every second the locked accordingly
Let's turn mummy's, show the of preserved glory condition
And pray for the day a 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 mobile for that 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
Crush one's bread tenement awful,
It's like the day the great oak met the saw
A lifeline of spectacular expansion the reaper
At the of one mans tantrums
My friend's got a book about dreams, I and laugh
I dream a book about my friends and still can't decipher the
box, now let a soothsayer major
Cater to a king 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 tinted when zone
Blow the pedals off a dandelion to make my little gypsy blush
And felt as if I'd actually something
Fortify the bullies of the jokes soak in
Sit and watch the percentages teeter on the
Brought a ghost up in the a second before the cog dropped
To the Styx and stared him until he fixed it

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

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