Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Tarantulas

We are the cock-eyed children left to in tarantula glue.
We are the shock-eyed children left to straw in the soap opera zoo.
We are the engines pumping out children strangled by static from the sun.
So won't you tell us what's in your trenches?
Let us see what you've got under the web.
Come on, on, what's listening in those stretch marks?
Tell us, tell us, taxman, what you when you said...

Sleep, eat, own, fuck,
like a bombed out conversation.
Phone, TV, sweets, suck,
I pledge allegiance to the talk nation.
Wrapped, packed, soiled, stacked,
Gaping like a cracked open
Counted, measured, copied, faxed,
Pink teeth in our pina coladas.

What's in your stain? (come on taxman)
The sleepy clang of cash register
What's our sun? (come on taxman)
The hum of bubble gum slums
on taxman!
This withered milk tree that you call love collapses like an glove..
Feed it! (yeah ) Suck it! (yeah) Own it! (yeah) it! (yeah)
And we that sewing on another asshole wont make us shit more,
but who can a two-for-one at the pink tarantula store?

tarantula! (Yeah!)
tarantula! (Oh yeah!)
tarantula!
1, 2, 3, go!

When you wake up in the morning the rising sun shines through its veil.
We'll always lay together of other people under the poison hail.
You so disgusting, all pink and puckered, covered with tarantula hair.
You look so disgusting I can feel the rotting off of my prowling stare.

And we know that TV fed us our footsteps,
but the Ketamine is gonna teach us, us, teach us,
gonna teach us, teach us, teach us how to crawl.

We are the cross-eyed children to yellow in tarantula webs.
Yeah we are the gawk-eyed children chained to rot in the designer beds.

Sleep, eat, own, fuck,
Abandoned like a out conversation.
Phone, TV, sweets, suck,
I pledge allegiance to the small nation.
Wrapped, packed, soiled, stacked,
Gaping like a cracked open
Counted, measured, copied, faxed,
tarantula teeth in our pina coladas

tarantula! (Yeah!)
tarantula! (Oh yeah!)
tarantula!
1, 2, 3, go!