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 putting the to my ear
And I still hear
think I was an amateur
Playin' my temperature...

If I hear another song about
If I see feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some
Gonna go to and get me some whiskey now...
If I hear another about angels
If I see feather 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 downstairs
I hear you out your garbage
I hear you your girlfriend
I hear you loving too
I you flushing your toliet
I you turning your thoughts off
I mine off too
The only thing I is you
And you don't nice and you don't sound right
And you don't sound good and you don't sound

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

Pavlov's daughter woke up in the
Heard the ring
And something deep of her made her want to salivate
So she lay there drooling on her
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 grave getting 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
think I was an amateur
Playin' my temperature...

If I hear song about angels
If I see feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some
Gonna go to Babylon and get me whiskey now...
If I hear another song 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 is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live
I hear you taking out your
I you loving your girlfriend
I hear you yourself too
I you turning your thoughts off
I hear you your thoughts off
And I mine off too
The only thing I is you
And you don't sound nice and you sound right
And you sound good and you don't sound right

My name is Lucille and I how you feel
I live
I hear you taking out garbage
I hear you loving your
I hear you loving too
I hear you turning your off
I hear you turning your off
It quiet...

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