Luyện nghe bài hát Pavlov's Daughter

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

Yes I'm putting the 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 another feather on the
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some
Gonna go to and get me some 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 whiskey
Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me some now

My is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live
I you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving girlfriend
I hear you yourself too
I hear you your toliet
I hear you 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 good and you don't right

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

Pavlov's daughter woke up in the
Heard the ring
And something deep inside of her made her 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 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 still can't
Whadya think I was an
Playin' my temperature...

If I hear another song about
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 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 and I know how you feel
I live
I you taking out your garbage
I hear you your girlfriend
I hear you loving too
I hear you turning your off
I hear you turning thoughts off
And I mine off too
The thing I hear is you
And you don't nice and you don't sound right
And you don't sound good and you don't right

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

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