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 of mushed peas
Over ten meathooks with a each
I'm all pincher, hoodie-on hoodie-off
Sweat his E.T. sheets to the worry dolls
Never met a storm
That grow into a choir of colliding horns
That go click click clack in territorial
Sitting on the porch with his lids pinned
whiz in a thimble of sims
I'm a of whimsy abridged
me, I'm dead; nursing a mystery Dayquil
Led Zep staring daggers down page
How pray tell do he sit
the old one-two unglue in a tizzy
Please hold for the don't-play boy
Click, I am not a page or a toy
Came in the door and the floor is
Killjoy if your core more Rockwell
Born for an invisible address, batshit
and bat around catnip
One black heart katamari
Packed in a fat category 5 rat
Nose on his sleeve, holes in his inner
Robot phone like a tentacle of
I you (I hate you more)
No I hate you
And Pangaea break into
Interlude change-o
If it move too quick
brain go right train Ramo
any old Monet, (no)
Merrily merrily merrily
In a cobweb tomb on a of heresy
schooled by the god Ed Emberley
Pull dog sleds and exhume Kennedys
Bet, into kerosene awful
A caution to lost on vaudeville
mixing business
With a hundred and forty-four whistlers
Lawnchair strongman twisted
NASCAR Bic in his fingers
Outcast from a system of
Are you privy to the
It's electric, meeting in the middle of the
a lethally modified piccolo pete
There is admittedly an mystique
To in the reason a city won't sleep
ring ring ring whiz-bang jingle bells
And melt bootleg G.I. Joes to taffy
Classic backdrafting
Fold wildlife out of wolf wrapping
moon, bad knee, wool hat, caffeine
TNT plunger in ACME
off half of the whole damn mapscreen
I'm a patchwork of springs and gears
Who been stung by an unlinked pinky
his what-in-the-fuck-was-I-thinking years
Maybe an phase
Like his and sophomore fade, played
Calling all out-of-work figures
It was death by saturn