Luyện nghe bài hát Pavlov's Daughter

The grave getting 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 another on the dumb-box
I'm go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now...
If I another song about angels
If I see another feather on the
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 hear you flushing toliet
I hear you turning your off
I turn off too
The thing I hear 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 name is and I know how you feel
I downstairs
I hear you taking out your
I hear you loving your
I hear you loving too
I hear you turning your off
Oh, I you turning your thoughts off
And it quiet...

Pavlov's woke up in the morning
Heard the ring
And something deep inside of her made her to salivate
So she lay drooling on her pillow
So she lay there, the sun her skin,
And, and...drooling on her
Pavlov's
And it was far and hazy like a dream
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 hear them say my
Regin-ah, regin-ah,

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

If I hear another 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 whiskey now...
If I another 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 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 loving too
I hear you turning your off
I hear you turning thoughts off
And I mine off too
The only I hear is you
And you don't sound nice and you don't sound
And you don't good and you don't sound right

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

As as an ambulance checking 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 ticker tape parade my head,
As ironic as a ticker tape over my head
down stream...
To where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all...