Luyện nghe bài hát Pavlov's Daughter

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

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

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

My name is and I know how you feel
I downstairs
I hear you taking out your
I hear you loving girlfriend
I hear you loving too
I you flushing your toliet
I hear you turning thoughts off
I mine off too
The only thing I is you
And you don't sound nice and you don't 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 out your garbage
I hear you loving girlfriend
I hear you loving too
I hear you turning your off
Oh, I you turning your thoughts off
And it quiet...

Pavlov's daughter up in the morning
Heard the bell
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
Pavlov's
And it was far away and hazy like a
Not a dream, not a dream,
But the ocean, not the ocean,
But forever...

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

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

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

My is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live
I hear you out your garbage
I hear you loving girlfriend
I hear you yourself too
I hear you your thoughts 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 happens, it's a cruel joke
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 parade over my
Going stream...
To where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all...