Luyện nghe bài hát Pavlov's Daughter

The grave diggers getting 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 gonna go to Babylon and get me whiskey
Gonna go to and get me some whiskey now...
If I hear another song 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 name is and I know how you feel
I downstairs
I you taking out your garbage
I you loving your girlfriend
I you loving yourself too
I you flushing your toliet
I hear you your thoughts off
I turn off too
The only I hear is you
And you don't sound and you don't sound right
And you don't good and you don't sound right

My name is Lucille and I how you feel
I live
I hear you taking out your
I hear you loving your
I hear you loving too
I hear you turning thoughts off
Oh, I hear you your thoughts off
And it quiet...

Pavlov's daughter woke up in the
the bell ring
And something 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 getting stuck in the machine
Picking getting slim,
I hear them say my
Regin-ah, regin-ah,

Yes I'm putting the 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 and get me some whiskey
Gonna go to Babylon and get me 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 Lucille and I know how you
I downstairs
I you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving your
I hear you yourself too
I hear you turning thoughts off
I hear you turning thoughts off
And I mine off too
The thing I hear is you
And you don't sound nice and you sound right
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 hear you loving girlfriend
I hear you yourself too
I hear you turning your off
I you turning your thoughts off
It quiet...

As quiet as an ambulance out the neighborhood,
Waiting for the to slip and that final blow,
But happens, it's a cruel joke
As ironic as a ticker parade over the rain forest,
As ironic as a ticker tape over my head,
As ironic as a ticker tape over my head
Going stream...
To where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all...