Luyện nghe bài hát Saturn Missiles

If you on the lawn I keep the foot, peep
In the pot go six degrees of geese;
Boiling, the beach of mushed peas
Over ten meathooks a blister each
I'm all pincher, fevery hoodie-off
Sweat through his E.T. to the worry dolls
Never met a quiet
That didn't into a choir of colliding horns
That go click clack in territorial syntax
on the porch with his lids pinned back
Pinball whiz in a of sims
I'm a of whimsy abridged
me, I'm dead; nursing a mystery Dayquil
Led Zep staring daggers down mill
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 or a pull toy
in the door and the floor is lava
Killjoy if your more Norman Rockwell
Born homesick for an invisible address,
Bumble and bat around
One black katamari massive
in a fat category 5 rat nest
Nose on his sleeve, in his inner peace
Robot like a tentacle of flippancy
I you (I hate you more)
No I hate you
And break into smithereens
presto change-o
If it move too quick
Right brain go right Ramo
any old Monet, (no)
Merrily merrily merrily
In a cobweb tomb on a hotbed of
Frogmen by the god Ed Emberley
Pull dog sleds and dead Kennedys
Bet, moth into awful
A caution to strawmen lost on
mixing business
With a and forty-four Dixie whistlers
Lawnchair twisted whiskers
Bic in his missing fingers
Outcast a system of kiss-the-ring-ers
Are you privy to the
It's electric, meeting in the middle of the
a lethally modified piccolo pete
There is an incredible mystique
To meddling in the reason a won't sleep
That ring ring whiz-bang jingle bells
And melt G.I. Joes to black taffy
Classic fire-in-the-hole
Fold wildlife out of pack wrapping
moon, bad knee, wool hat, caffeine
TNT plunger in ACME
Blast off half of the whole mapscreen
I'm a patchwork of 86'd springs and
Who stung by an unlinked pinky swear
his what-in-the-fuck-was-I-thinking years
Maybe an awkward
Like his acne and fade, played
Calling all out-of-work figures
It was death by saturn