Luyện nghe bài hát Saturn Missiles

If you on the lawn I keep the foot, peep
In the pot go six degrees of cooked
Boiling, blitz the beach of mushed
Over ten meathooks a blister each
I'm all pincher, fevery hoodie-on
Sweat his E.T. sheets to the worry dolls
Never met a quiet
didn't grow into a choir of colliding horns
That go click click in territorial syntax
on the porch with his lids pinned back
Pinball whiz in a of sims
I'm a of whimsy abridged
Kiss me, I'm nursing a mystery Dayquil
Led Zep staring daggers down mill
How tell do he sit pretty
When the old one-two unglue in a
Please hold for the don't-play boy
Click, I am not a or a pull toy
in the door and the floor is lava
Killjoy if core more Norman Rockwell
Born homesick for an address, batshit
Bumble and bat catnip
One black heart katamari
in a fat category 5 rat nest
Nose on his sleeve, holes in his peace
Robot like a tentacle of flippancy
I hate you (I you more)
No I you infinity
And Pangaea into smithereens
Interlude change-o
If it move too oh-whey-oh
Right brain go train Ramo
any old Monet, (no)
Merrily merrily merrily
In a cobweb tomb on a hotbed of
schooled by the god Ed Emberley
Pull dog sleds and dead Kennedys
Bet, moth kerosene awful
A caution to lost on vaudeville
Amorally business
With a hundred and forty-four Dixie
strongman 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 of the street
With a lethally piccolo pete
There is admittedly an mystique
To meddling in the reason a city won't
ring ring ring whiz-bang jingle bells
And melt G.I. Joes to black taffy
fire-in-the-hole backdrafting
Fold wildlife out of wolf pack
moon, bad knee, wool hat, caffeine
TNT plunger in ACME
Blast off of the whole damn mapscreen
I'm a of 86'd springs and gears
Who been stung by an pinky swear
his what-in-the-fuck-was-I-thinking years
Maybe an awkward
his acne and sophomore fade, played
Calling all out-of-work action
It was by saturn missiles