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 I was an amateur
with my temperature...

If I hear song about angels
If I see another feather on the
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 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 is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live
I hear you out your garbage
I hear you loving girlfriend
I hear you loving too
I hear you flushing toliet
I hear you your thoughts off
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 sound good and you 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 your thoughts off
Oh, I you turning your thoughts off
And it quiet...

Pavlov's daughter up in the morning
Heard the bell
And something deep inside of her made her want to
So she lay drooling on her pillow
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 diggers getting stuck in the
Picking getting slim,
I them say my name
Regin-ah, regin-ah,

Yes I'm the boulder to my ear
And I still can't
think I was an amateur
Playin' 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
Gonna go to and get me some whiskey now...
If I hear another song about
If I see another feather on the
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me whiskey
Oh get me whiskey, get me some 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 yourself too
I hear you your thoughts off
I hear you turning 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 sound good 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 your girlfriend
I hear you loving too
I hear you turning thoughts off
I you turning your thoughts off
It quiet...

As as an ambulance checking out the neighborhood,
for the blade to slip and that final blow,
But nothing happens, it's a joke
As ironic as a 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...