Luyện nghe bài hát Running Through The Back Brain

Running my backbrain in the morning
I think what I'm getting is a warning
Messages are scrambled but urgent
Something in the 'bout detergent

I think coming clearer
I can see it in the
for a relapse
Clogging up the
Or is it just Cassandra

Killers in the are wearing striped pants
They are with my larynx
My brother and my joined the army
They promise that they do not mean to me

messages Persecution Persecution messages messages.....

Now it's growing
I can see the mirror
Sounds are getting
me of danger
Or can it be I am merely tired?

There's a roaring in my ears will not die
And signals in the sky I identify
My eyes are and my lips are moving
And the that I am hearing are not soothing

Breathing's getting
There's in the larder
The falling over
Or the Sun is going
Or is it my old-fashioned

I think that important information
giving me my destination
of mysterious conversation
Lend the game a frightening

I know trying to tell me
What can they want to me?
The is undulating
My are soft and aching
Or have I lost my bearing?

Every little sound is charged with
Percentage bandits riding out of
Stuttering, shouting, crying, and
Sentences are waxing, now waning
I'm nearly out of
my elders and my betters
The moving faster
He me that he's my master
Or was he asking me "the time please?"