Luyện nghe bài hát Saturn Missiles

If you step on the I keep the foot, peep
In the pot go six degrees of geese;
Boiling, blitz the of mushed peas
Over ten meathooks a blister each
I'm all pincher, fevery hoodie-off
Sweat through his E.T. sheets to the worry
met a quiet storm
That didn't grow 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 symbol of whimsy
Kiss me, I'm dead; a mystery Dayquil
Led Zep daggers down page mill
How pray tell do he sit
When the old unglue in a tizzy
hold for the don't-play dull boy
Click, I am not a page or a toy
Came in the door and the is lava
Killjoy if core more Norman Rockwell
Born homesick for an invisible address,
Bumble and bat catnip
One heart katamari massive
Packed in a fat category 5 rat
Nose on his sleeve, holes in his peace
Robot phone like a tentacle of
I you (I hate you more)
No I you infinity
And Pangaea break into
Interlude change-o
If it move too oh-whey-oh
Right brain go right Ramo
any old Monet, (no)
Merrily merrily merrily
In a cobweb tomb on a of heresy
Frogmen schooled by the god Ed
Pull dog sleds and exhume dead
Bet, moth into awful
A to strawmen lost on vaudeville
Amorally mixing
With a hundred and forty-four whistlers
Lawnchair strongman twisted
NASCAR Bic in his missing
Outcast a system of kiss-the-ring-ers
Are you privy to the
It's electric, in the middle of the street
With a lethally modified piccolo
is admittedly an incredible mystique
To meddling in the reason a city sleep
That ring ring ring whiz-bang bells
And melt G.I. Joes to black taffy
fire-in-the-hole backdrafting
Fold out of wolf pack wrapping
moon, bad knee, wool hat, caffeine
TNT in all-caps ACME
Blast off half of the whole mapscreen
I'm a patchwork of 86'd springs and
Who been stung by an pinky swear
his what-in-the-fuck-was-I-thinking years
Maybe an phase
his acne and sophomore fade, played
Calling all out-of-work figures
It was death by missiles