Luyện nghe bài hát Running Through The Back Brain

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

I think it's clearer
I can see it in the
Heading for a
Clogging up the
Or is it just yawning?

Killers in the streets are wearing pants
They are interfering my larynx
My brother and my sister the army
promise that they do not mean to harm me

Messages Persecution Persecution messages messages.....

Now it's dimmer
I can see the mirror
Sounds are stranger
warning me of
Or can it be that I am tired?

a roaring in my ears that will not die
And signals in the sky I identify
My are melting and my lips are moving
And the words that I am hearing are not

getting harder
There's nothing in the
The building's falling
Or the Sun is nova
Or is it my old-fashioned

I think that it's information
giving me my future
of mysterious conversation
Lend the game a frightening

I know they're trying to me
What can they want to me?
The is undulating
My bones are soft and
Or have I temporarily lost my

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