Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Tarantulas

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

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

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

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 dreaming of other people 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 that TV fed us our first footsteps,
but the Ketamine is gonna us, teach us, teach us,
gonna us, teach us, teach us just how to crawl.

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

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

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