Luyện nghe bài hát Oxygen

I'm born, once and seven something
is the resurrection of honorable function
Been shoveling as the engine's 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 be a luxury
I'm a columnist fathering doom document
Cursed of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant

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I know swamp rats who never suckled purification
AS blurry had them speeennnd breeezzzzze
Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for the plummet
bum numb enough to stomach the city
Who's that hugging a silhouette of willows the hill's crest pan out?
On the candy coated crab apples, sugar dipped deadpan
I got a plan, tourniquet my quest
Then a needle into battling to mute the mess
When patience galas with absentee ballots I in the button
Strutting to exhibit mankind's hostility
With a heave, in comparison a Mathias Goliath
Live to frame 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 grand mosaic historical glory in a legend
Nursed me through the time stick and mixes hexed my fertile crescent
Now well, I'm laughing on the inside I swear
Just trying to keep my head above red despair
My imperfections pair off with buddy symmetric morbidly
So every the discontent's locked accordingly
turn mummy's, show the perfection of preserved glory condition
And pray for the day a star child the ribbon
Better land a two-hand grip when that spoon full of sugar chaser
Credible her antidote's terrible taste her
Bought her a stolen soul peddler
Pigeon back pen
Never said a implied health
me a mobile advertisement for that hybrid plant of fabrics
I practical, now is you is or is you ain't compatible?
I the wind in my opinions plus hyper clutch to
Crush one's ginger bread awful,
It's the day the great oak met the saw mill
A lifeline of spectacular expansion meets the
At the hand of one tantrums
My friend's got a about dreams, I look and laugh
I dream a book my friends and still can't decipher the half
Ch-ch-chatter box, now let a soothsayer
Cater to a green 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 accrete
Blow the pedals off a trying to make my little gypsy blush
And felt as if I'd actually accomplish
the bullies of the jokes 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, cool 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
[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 hooking the bait, lets
NAH, I've got too left plus motion sickness, how about breakfast?
[Man, I'm hungry, but that I'mma have to borrow some money]
Let's fly a kite [Let's burn the
sell 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 the academy]
Casually note the blossom of phantom alignment

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