Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Tarantulas

We are the children left to babble in tarantula glue.
We are the shock-eyed children left to suckle in the soap opera zoo.
We are the engines pumping out children strangled by static from the 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 listening in those marks?
Tell us, tell us, taxman, you meant when you said...

Sleep, eat, own, fuck,
Abandoned like a out conversation.
Phone, TV, sweets, suck,
I pledge allegiance to the small 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 sleepy clang of cash fangs
cooking our sun? (come on taxman)
The hum of bubble gum slums
on taxman!
This withered milk tree that you call love like an empty glove..
it! (yeah ) Suck it! (yeah) Own it! (yeah) Fuck it! (yeah)
And we know that sewing on another asshole wont make us 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 morning the rising sun through its frosted veil.
We'll always lay together dreaming of other under 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 know TV fed us our first footsteps,
but the Ketamine is gonna us, teach us, teach us,
gonna teach us, teach us, teach us how to crawl.

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

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 open piata
Counted, measured, copied, faxed,
tarantula teeth in our pina coladas

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