Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Tarantulas

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

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

What's cooking in stain? (come on taxman)
The clang of cash register fangs
What's our sun? (come on taxman)
The hum of bubble gum slums
on taxman!
This withered milk tree that you love collapses like an empty glove..
it! (yeah ) Suck it! (yeah) Own it! (yeah) Fuck it! (yeah)
And we know sewing on another asshole wont 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 of other people under the poison hail.
You so disgusting, all pink and puckered, covered with tarantula hair.
You look so disgusting I can the sight rotting off of my prowling stare.

And we know that TV fed us our 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 misled 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 to the small talk nation.
Wrapped, packed, soiled, stacked,
Gaping a cracked open piata
Counted, measured, copied, faxed,
tarantula teeth in our pina coladas

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