Luyện nghe bài hát Oxygen

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

One]
I swamp rats who never suckled oxygen purification
Sure AS blurry had speeennnd breeezzzzze
until my friend leaves puppet for the plummet committee
Sputtering bum numb enough to the city
that hugging a silhouette of willows where the hill's crest pan out?
On the candy coated crab apples, sugar dipped outs
I got a plan, I'll tourniquet my
Then feed a needle into battling to the mess
When galas with absentee ballots I shove in the button
to exhibit mankind's hostility function
With a heave, paling in a Mathias Goliath
Live to riggedy frame in a silence
I top and ate my nameless creator then I bumped
With a Christ we saw the same through a second
What's that? The grand depicting historical glory in a legend
Nursed me through the time stick and stone hexed my fertile crescent
Now all's well, I'm laughing on the inside I
Just trying to keep my head red tide despair
My imperfections pair off with system symmetric morbidly
So every second the locked accordingly
Let's turn mummy's, show the perfection of preserved condition
And for the day a star child tugs the ribbon
Better land a two-hand when that spoon full of sugar medical chaser
Credible her antidote's terrible taste her
her with a stolen soul peddler
Pigeon feather pen
said a grin implied health
Consider me a mobile advertisement for that hybrid plant of
I deemed practical, now is you is or is you ain't
I feel the wind in my opinions plus hyper 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 hand of one mans
My friend's got a book about dreams, I and laugh
I dream a book about my friends and can't decipher the half
Ch-ch-chatter box, now let a major
Cater to a king green battered on the brink of
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
the pedals off a dandelion trying to make my little gypsy blush
And felt as if I'd actually accomplish
Fortify the bullies of the soak in treatment
Sit and watch the percentages teeter on the
Brought a ghost up in the fuselage a 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, well the man, but I MEAN what about reading?]
What, like novels, man don't hold my attention, HOW about television?
[Television hurts my brain, how walking in the rain?]
OOH, I hate walking, it's boring, how about some old gone fishin'
[Yeah, fishing's great but JUST HATE hooking the bait, lets
NAH, I've got too feet plus motion sickness, how about breakfast?
[Man, I'm hungry, but that means I'mma have to borrow money]
Let's fly a [Let's burn the generals]
Let's sell lemonade [Let's
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 note the blossom of phantom strategy

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make the water fall out of order in autumn
SORTA CAUGHT'EM When their mimicked the vintage knuckle drag sacked in a coffin
I affiliate my rag dummy appearance a most cohesive spirit
Cried a yesterday, ain't shed a tear since
GIMME GIMME, wrote the Old community cartoon
The carousel ballooned aware, inviting it
I'm to Adam and matter and saddling
Warhead and abdomen to primitive horse back galloping
My index fingers DRESSED in my talisman up in the jackals skin
(I SPY THE PRODUCT)
One pardon ye old common sheep detour
Weaving graceful the prime directive column
Greater virus to allotted Valom
Bean stalk where the fiend and my name is mud
But that's got a ring to it so my welcomes the flood
I through God's practical joke on man, practically broke,
And if they raise my rent again I'll my nights practically soaked
Who spits silk dimensions through the loose by the raft?
'cause 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 blue icicle that simply refused to melt
iron grillage, tin can skeleton,
Skull of a thousand dilapidated remnants
Here to convict on a tin bucket of evidence
I steer the heaven's merely a legend so the peasants dream well