Luyện nghe bài hát Polterzeitgeist

Why you goin' around, to keep people outta hell?
I'm goin' around, trying to keep the hell people

Your evil sends chills through my
And it flows the back roads of arteries
Genetic mammary technology
Administered by midgets
This picket sign's in my eyes, they strike
wanna talk business
Note to self: go for self, go for
No one else ever showed you the ropes or
and what are supposed to do?
Of course they gotta every wall that you broke on through
wont get my thoughts running,
I need them to make thoughts coming
Last I had dream I shot somone
When I awoke my were full of the fluid my heart's pumping
I to get it tested,
the doctor was not so in analyzing the message
He had a pill, that if he out
He gets paid on the side, got a supply

(hook)
he's the ghost, and maybe I'm the host
The polterzietgeist who the right price
To pay the priest to release me these ropes
And maybe I'm the ghost, and maybe he's the
The polterzietgeist who the right price
To pay the priest to me from these ropes

into a Venus fly trap with a nicotine eye-patch
Tired of the shift Listerine night caps
Disguised her voice with the breath of a slate
Awake every morning to the of my dream date
Selling sex to cheapskates rusty blades
it, forget and call it layaway
Got an addiction to ice
The of wind pipes
I'm insight,
The costume's skin tight
Nah, I don't in you
And you don't that I'm leaving you
As you shrink away to in my rear view
Too to call,
Too far to be you
Singing my melody I heard it
You spoke in sleep,
And it sounded like
When you you said it was not for me
I "Oh, I know, obviously"
not my yo-yo so I cropped the photo
And I this solo
Now you to go... go!

Maybe the ghost, and maybe I'm the host
The who knows the right price
To pay the priest to release me these ropes
And maybe I'm the ghost, and you're the host
The polterzietgeist who knows the price
To pay the to release me from these ropes

you're a ghost, and I'm the conduit
The kinda thread in superficial compliment
The loose string in your fabric
Holding your logic, hopelessly
And (moves sonic?)
Leaving notes for the to come
Written in blood from the wound that they'll from
I don't rows or sonnets,
I just write like my life on it
Front I'm agnostic, but I don't believe in you
You got a transparent that I'm seeing through
Somebody spiked the punch that you me to
Sometimes I'm not sure it's even you

Maybe you're a ghost, and maybe I'm the
The polterzietgeist who knows the right
To pay the priest to release me from these