Luyện nghe bài hát Psycho Ballet

So
Lately you
And angstful, you
For something to your day-to-day tea
examine existence is rife with resistance
You rot on the spot like kimchi
So in an attempt to un-vaclempt
You are seeking diversion to lighten day
Well, youre in New York
Theres nothing a few dorks do
To
Your point of view
When youre viewing the psycho

If mind is as messy
As old Hessey
And you dont the dough for a concert or play
Just meet me there down in Washington Square
And well in the psycho ballet, ballet
Well take in the ballet

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

Like the nuthouse-kateers and the brown-baggied
Drunk by drunks who have drunk for 25 years
The comatose stoned boys and hip-hoppin
With blasters abusing our

Theres a prophet
Who swears hes off it
Since early last year or perchance
Yes, the bullshit will fly and youll laugh til youre
When spyin the ballet, ballet
When spyin the psycho

And now pervert observing would not be
Without finding disgusting to eat
The stonerkabob is a surprise
But too far and right before your eyes
Youve got of cardboard
And pretzels of
That the Jersey barf when theyre face-down and faced
But if insufficient, theres peddlers proficient
In ways of enhancing the

No, there wont be no
But of pushers
To your every weed, every day
Though the bar isnt
Its to be dopin
When scopin the psycho ballet,
When scopin the psycho

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 traitors who it on blow
And resemble Garcia without all his

got camcording tourists
And Jesus jurists
And pud-pounding purists on pisshouse
Mohawked marauders and skateboarders
Who dont to mind running straight into poles

Well, therell always be
For spandex on
And losers in Lennon shades nothing to say
no need to go formal
A is normal
When viewing the ballet, ballet
viewing the psycho ballet

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

Youve got wholl set fire to themselves for a quarter
And girls who unshod would be eight shorter
Bozos on who bobble their boners
And bimbo, babe who act like their owners
Egos who masturbate with guitars
And seduce teeny-boppers convinced theyre stars
But the girlies are gone, they are just as alone
And neurotic as were before

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