Luyện nghe bài hát Oxygen

I'm twice born, once and seven
Once is the resurrection of honorable
shoveling coal as the engine's doctor
Long enough to see my silhouette acquire a permanent in the posture
The maintenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true
Was, is, and forever be a luxury
I'm a sovereignty columnist fathering doom
Cursed version of a certain Mary womb occupant

[Verse
I know swamp rats who never oxygen purification
Sure AS had them speeennnd breeezzzzze
Stuck until my friend leaves for the plummet committee
Sputtering bum enough to stomach the city
that hugging a silhouette of willows where the hill's crest pan out?
On the candy coated crab apples, dipped deadpan outs
I got a plan, I'll tourniquet my
Then feed a needle into battling to the mess
When patience with absentee ballots I shove 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 then I bumped eyelids
With a Christ we saw the same thing through a
What's that? The grand mosaic depicting historical glory in a
Nursed me through the time stick and stone mixes hexed my crescent
Now all's well, I'm laughing on the I swear
Just trying to keep my above red tide despair
My imperfections pair off buddy system symmetric morbidly
So every second the locked accordingly
Let's turn mummy's, show the perfection of preserved condition
And pray for the day a star tugs the ribbon
Better land a two-hand grip when that spoon full of sugar medical
Credible craves her terrible taste her
Bought her with a stolen soul
Pigeon back pen
Never said a implied health
Consider me a advertisement for that hybrid plant of fabrics
I deemed practical, now is you is or is you ain't
I feel the wind in my plus hyper clutch to
Crush one's ginger bread awful,
It's like the day the oak met the saw mill
A lifeline of expansion meets the reaper
At the of one mans tantrums
My friend's got a about dreams, I look and laugh
I dream a book about my friends and still can't decipher the
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
grin and groans fuck it I'm tinted when accrete zone
Blow the pedals off a dandelion trying to make my 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 fuselage a 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 about reading?]
What, like novels, man that don't hold my attention, HOW television?
[Television my brain, how about walking in the rain?]
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 feet plus motion sickness, how about
[Man, I'm hungry, but that means I'mma have to borrow money]
Let's fly a [Let's burn the generals]
sell lemonade [Let's drink]
Let's poke a hole inside the tugboat, ease on back and it sink
[Nah, lets fail a once a year at random to shake the academy]
Casually note the of phantom alignment strategy

Two]
I'll make the water fall out of order in
SORTA CAUGHT'EM When their GUARDS mimicked the vintage knuckle drag sacked in a
I affiliate my rag dummy with a most cohesive spirit
Cried a river yesterday, ain't shed a since
GIMME GIMME, wrote the Old Yeller community
The ballooned extravagant aware, inviting it
I'm swore to Adam and and saddling
Warhead thorax and abdomen to primitive horse back
My index fingers DRESSED in my talisman branded up in the skin
(I SPY THE PRODUCT)
One must pardon ye old sheep detour
Weaving graceful through the prime directive
Greater virus retreats to Valom
Bean stalk where the fiend and my name is mud
But that's got a to it so my SQUEAL welcomes the flood
I walk through God's practical on man, practically broke,
And if they raise my rent again I'll spend my practically soaked
Who spits silk dimensions through the loose noose by the
'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,
of a thousand dilapidated dream remnants
Here to based on a tin bucket of evidence
I steer where the heaven's a legend so the peasants dream well