Luyện nghe bài hát Pavlov's Daughter

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

Yes I'm the boulder to my ear
And I can't hear
think I was an amateur
Playin' my temperature...

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

My name is Lucille and I know how you
I downstairs
I hear you out your garbage
I hear you loving girlfriend
I you loving yourself too
I you flushing your toliet
I hear you your thoughts off
I turn off too
The only thing I is you
And you don't sound nice and you don't right
And you don't good and you don't sound right

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

Pavlov's daughter woke up in the
Heard the bell
And something deep inside of her 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 stuck in the machine
getting slim, slimmer
I them say my name
Regin-ah, regin-ah,

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

If I hear song about angels
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 hear another song angels
If I see another feather on the
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some
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 taking out your
I hear you loving your
I hear you yourself too
I you turning your thoughts off
I hear you turning your off
And I mine off too
The only I hear is you
And you don't nice 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 you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving your
I hear you yourself too
I hear you turning your off
I hear you turning your off
It quiet...

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