Luyện nghe bài hát Pavlov's Daughter

The grave diggers stuck in the machine
Picking getting slim,
I them say my name
Regin-ah, regin-ah,

Yes I'm the boulder to my ear
And I can't hear
Whadya I was an amateur
Playin' my temperature...

If I hear another about angels
If I see another feather on the
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some
Gonna go to Babylon and get me some now...
If I hear song about angels
If I see another on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some
Oh get me some whiskey, get me whisky, get me some whiskey now

My name is Lucille and I know how you
I live
I hear you taking out garbage
I hear you your girlfriend
I hear you loving too
I hear you flushing your
I hear you turning your off
I turn off too
The only thing I is you
And you don't sound and you don't sound right
And you don't sound good and you sound right

My name is Lucille and I how you feel
I live
I hear you out your garbage
I hear you loving girlfriend
I you loving yourself too
I you turning your thoughts off
Oh, I hear you turning your off
And it quiet...

Pavlov's daughter up in the morning
Heard the bell
And something deep inside of her made her to salivate
So she lay there on her pillow
So she lay there, the sun her skin,
And, and...drooling on her
daughter
And it was far away and like a dream
Not a dream, not a dream,
But the ocean, not the ocean,
But forever...

The diggers getting stuck in the machine
Picking getting slim,
I hear say my name
Regin-ah, regin-ah,

Yes I'm the boulder to my ear
And I can't hear
think I was an amateur
Playin' my temperature...

If I hear another about angels
If I see another feather on the
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me whiskey
Gonna go to Babylon and get me some now...
If I hear song about angels
If I see another on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me whiskey
Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me some now

My name is and I know how you feel
I live
I you taking out your garbage
I hear you your girlfriend
I you loving yourself too
I hear you turning your off
I you turning your thoughts off
And I turn off too
The only thing I is you
And you don't sound nice and you don't right
And you don't good and you don't sound right

My is Lucille and I know how you feel
I downstairs
I hear you out your garbage
I you loving your girlfriend
I hear you loving too
I hear you turning thoughts off
I hear you turning your off
It quiet...

As as an ambulance checking out the neighborhood,
for the blade to slip and that final blow,
But nothing happens, it's a cruel
As ironic as a ticker tape parade the rain forest,
As ironic as a ticker tape over my head,
As ironic as a tape parade over my head
Going stream...
To where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all...