Luyện nghe bài hát Running Through The Back Brain

Running through my backbrain in the
I think that I'm getting is a warning
Messages are scrambled but they're
Something in the 'bout detergent

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

Killers in the streets are wearing striped
They are interfering with my
My and my sister joined the army
They promise they do not mean to harm me

Messages messages Persecution messages messages.....

Now it's dimmer
I can see the shimmer
Sounds are stranger
warning me of
Or can it be that I am merely

There's a roaring in my ears that not die
And signals in the sky I can't
My are melting and my lips are moving
And the words that I am are not soothing

Breathing's harder
There's nothing in the
The building's over
Or the Sun is going
Or is it my paranioa?

I that it's important information
me my future destination
Fragments of mysterious
Lend the game a complication

I know trying to tell me
can they want to sell me?
The floor is
My bones are soft and
Or I temporarily 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 out of letters
From my and my betters
The moving faster
He tells me he's my master
Or was he just me "the time please?"