Luyện nghe bài hát Pavlov's Daughter

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

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

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

My name is Lucille and I how you feel
I live
I hear you out your garbage
I hear you your girlfriend
I you loving yourself 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 sound nice and you don't sound
And you don't sound 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 you loving yourself too
I you turning your thoughts off
Oh, I you turning your thoughts off
And it quiet...

Pavlov's daughter woke up in the
Heard the bell
And deep inside of her made her want 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 hazy a dream
Not a dream, not a dream,
But the ocean, not the ocean,
But forever...

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

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

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

My is Lucille and I know how you feel
I downstairs
I you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving your
I hear you loving too
I hear you your thoughts off
I hear you your thoughts off
And I mine off too
The only I hear is you
And you sound nice and you don't 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 you taking out your garbage
I you loving your 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 blade to slip and that blow,
But nothing happens, it's a joke
As ironic as a ticker tape parade over the forest,
As ironic as a ticker tape over my head,
As as a ticker tape parade over my head
down stream...
To where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all...