Luyện nghe bài hát Saturn Missiles

If you step on the lawn I the foot, peep
In the pot go six degrees of cooked
Boiling, blitz the beach of mushed
ten meathooks with a blister each
I'm all pincher, hoodie-on hoodie-off
Sweat his E.T. sheets to the worry dolls
Never met a storm
That didn't grow a choir of colliding horns
That go click clack in territorial syntax
Sitting on the porch his lids pinned back
Pinball in a thimble of sims
I'm a symbol of abridged
Kiss me, I'm nursing a mystery Dayquil
Led Zep staring daggers down page
How pray tell do he sit
When the old one-two in a tizzy
Please hold for the dull boy
Click, I am not a page or a toy
Came in the door and the is lava
Killjoy if your core Norman Rockwell
homesick for an invisible address, batshit
Bumble and bat around
One black heart massive
in a fat category 5 rat nest
Nose on his sleeve, holes in his inner
Robot phone like a tentacle of
I hate you (I you more)
No I you infinity
And Pangaea break smithereens
Interlude change-o
If it move too oh-whey-oh
brain go right train Ramo
any old Monet, (no)
Merrily merrily merrily
In a cobweb tomb on a hotbed of
Frogmen by the god Ed Emberley
dog sleds and exhume dead Kennedys
Bet, moth into awful
A caution to strawmen on vaudeville
Amorally mixing
With a hundred and forty-four whistlers
Lawnchair twisted whiskers
NASCAR Bic in his missing
from a system of kiss-the-ring-ers
Are you privy to the
It's electric, meeting in the middle of the
With a modified piccolo pete
There is an incredible mystique
To in the reason a city won't sleep
ring ring ring whiz-bang jingle bells
And melt bootleg G.I. to black taffy
Classic backdrafting
Fold out of wolf pack wrapping
moon, bad knee, wool hat, caffeine
TNT plunger in all-caps
off half of the whole damn mapscreen
I'm a patchwork of 86'd springs and
Who been stung by an unlinked swear
his what-in-the-fuck-was-I-thinking years
Maybe an awkward
Like his acne and sophomore fade,
Calling all action figures
It was death by missiles