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 strangled by from the noisy sun.
So you tell us what's brewing in your trenches?
Let us see what you've got hidden the web.
Come on, come on, what's listening in those marks?
Tell us, tell us, taxman, what you when you said...

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

What's cooking in your (come on taxman)
The sleepy of cash register fangs
What's cooking our (come on taxman)
The hum of bubble gum slums
on taxman!
This withered milk 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 us shit 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 sun shines through its frosted veil.
always lay together dreaming of other people under the poison hail.
You look so disgusting, all 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, teach us, us,
gonna teach us, teach us, us just how to crawl.

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

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

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