Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Tarantulas

We are the cock-eyed children to babble in tarantula glue.
We are the shock-eyed children 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 got hidden under the web.
Come on, come on, what's listening in stretch marks?
Tell us, tell us, taxman, what you when you said...

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

What's in your stain? (come on taxman)
The clang of cash register fangs
What's cooking our (come on taxman)
The hum of bubble gum slums
on taxman!
This withered milk tree that you 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 make us shit more,
but who can resist a two-for-one at the tarantula store?

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

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

And we know TV fed us our first footsteps,
but the Ketamine is gonna teach us, us, teach us,
gonna us, teach us, teach us just 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 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 cracked piata
Counted, measured, copied, faxed,
Pink tarantula teeth in our pina

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