Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Tarantulas

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

Sleep, eat, own, fuck,
like 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 tarantula in our pina coladas.

What's cooking in stain? (come on taxman)
The clang of cash register fangs
What's cooking our (come on taxman)
The addictive hum of bubble gum
on taxman!
This withered milk tree you call love collapses like an empty glove..
it! (yeah ) Suck it! (yeah) Own it! (yeah) Fuck 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 the rising sun shines through its frosted veil.
We'll always lay 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 the sight 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,
teach 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 designer beds.

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

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