Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Drill/Iron Ration

It us some time as it's taking up yours
- we had the furnace, the and the ore.
But as things stood, we needed a
I the Pope, I considered you.
But the ain't got enough tanks for me
and he drives no 603.
So beat is Stef-f, Real Raz joins the
needs Pon-X, Mars needs Humble Boris
Sound is OMNITRON, the walls of
- No 98-Olds, no
But the grind funk railroad,
the strategy: toad eat toad.
The funny-peculiar station,
the strip-mining district and the Iron

An I for an I at the current of exchange;
reduction, another target in range.
Burning love - a smell!
Silly goat - where's my
Got no soul - to sell?
The hand with the upper few as it seems
the alarm clock the jaw of my jingle-bell dreams
Dog eat hot dog takes the loss but made no
and the sweets lost taste in the mouths of the well-behaved kids.

Laughter and
and rejoice
The around.
often than less
we to excess
The past us down.

Honk if you love the Saviour, him a song.
If the leopards sing to the bones, should they just sing
Burning love - a smell!
Silly goat - my hell?
Got no - what to sell?
Can we have more in him than in publicity drives?
or should science fill our heads as it fills our

The Second Coming in a or maybe too late, or
another fiction seeking creator.
There are so many futures that we may have to in
- the can't be given.

Laughter and
drink and
The around.
Amnesia
to our lives
we drown.

Honk if you love to bonk up the tonk teenies.
Industrial history offers some good sceneries.
soldiers, splice your tapes and abide
for the scorched earth has us all up for a ride.

The second COMECON in romper suit and moustache;
ancestors bought up by hustlers.
Unlike the little pigs and crooks who die in the
our will be smelly.