Luyện nghe bài hát Psycho Ballet

So
Lately you
And angstful, you
For something to your day-to-day tea
Your examine existence is with resistance
You rot on the spot like kimchi
So in an attempt to un-vaclempt
You are seeking diversion to lighten day
Well, when in New York
Theres a few dorks wont do
To
Your amused of view
When youre the psycho ballet

If mind is as messy
As old Herman
And you dont have the for a concert or play
Just come meet me down in Washington Square
And take in the psycho ballet, ballet
take in the psycho ballet

Well sit ourselves on a nice afternoon
Ill out performers and let you lampoon
There sure aint no dearth of on this earth
But theres some here that hail the moon

Like the nuthouse-kateers and the beers
Drunk by drunks who drunk here for 25 years
The stoned boys and hip-hoppin homeboys
With abusing our ears

Theres a pan-handling
Who hes been off it
Since early last or perchance yesterday
Yes, the bullshit will fly and youll laugh til youre
When the psycho ballet, ballet
spyin the psycho ballet

And now pervert observing would not be
Without finding disgusting to eat
The is a constant surprise
But McDougalls too far and right before your
Youve got knishes of
And pretzels of
That the Jersey boys barf when theyre and faced
But if insufficient, theres peddlers proficient
In ways of the taste

No, wont be no ushers
But of pushers
To service your weed, every day
Though the bar open
Its dope to be
When the psycho ballet, ballet
scopin the psycho ballet

Ganja,
Smoke,
Ganja,
Smoke,
Ganja,
Smoke,
Ganja,

Youve got bell-bottomed
In swell-bottomed
And frat boys whove blown it for the rest of their
Tickertape who blew it on blow
And resemble Garcia all his dough

Youve got camcording
And Jesus jurists
And pud-pounding purists on patrol
Mohawked marauders and brain-dead
Who dont to mind running straight into poles

Well, therell always be
For on rollerblades
And losers in Lennon with nothing to say
no need to go formal
A T-shirt is
When viewing the ballet, ballet
When viewing the ballet

Ladies and gentlemen, remain in your seats, the show aint over yet!

Youve got guys wholl set fire to themselves for a
And girls who unshod would be eight inches
Bozos on benches who their boners
And bimbo, babe bowzers who act their owners
Egos who masturbate with guitars
And seduce convinced that theyre stars
But the girlies are gone, they are just as alone
And as they were before

Aint your surest
The youre in
Is gonna start to make in the scariest way
And the bizarreuns
ceased to seem foreign
Youll in the psycho ballet, ballet
Youll star in the ballet