Luyện nghe bài hát Saturn Missiles

If you step on the lawn I keep the foot,
In the pot go six degrees of cooked
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 dolls
Never met a quiet
That didn't grow a choir of colliding horns
That go click click clack in territorial
Sitting on the porch with his pinned back
Pinball in a thimble of sims
I'm a symbol of whimsy
Kiss me, I'm dead; nursing a mystery
Led Zep staring daggers page mill
How pray tell do he sit
When the old one-two unglue in a
Please hold for the dull boy
Click, I am not a page or a toy
Came in the and the floor 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 like a tentacle of flippancy
I hate you (I you more)
No I hate you
And Pangaea break into
presto 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, moth kerosene awful
A caution to strawmen lost on
Amorally mixing
With a and forty-four Dixie whistlers
Lawnchair strongman whiskers
Bic in his missing fingers
Outcast from a of kiss-the-ring-ers
Are you to the misadventures
electric, meeting in the middle of the street
With a modified piccolo pete
is admittedly an incredible mystique
To meddling in the reason a city sleep
That ring ring whiz-bang jingle bells
And melt bootleg G.I. Joes to taffy
Classic fire-in-the-hole
wildlife out of wolf pack wrapping
Full moon, bad knee, wool hat,
TNT in all-caps ACME
Blast off half of the whole damn
I'm a patchwork of 86'd and gears
Who been stung by an pinky swear
During his years
an awkward phase
Like his and sophomore fade, played
Calling all out-of-work figures
It was death by saturn