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 beach of mushed
Over ten meathooks a blister each
I'm all pincher, fevery hoodie-off
Sweat his E.T. sheets to the worry dolls
Never met a quiet
That didn't grow a choir of colliding horns
That go click click in territorial syntax
Sitting on the porch with his lids back
Pinball in a thimble of sims
I'm a of whimsy abridged
me, I'm dead; nursing a mystery Dayquil
Led Zep staring daggers down mill
How tell do he sit pretty
When the old unglue in a tizzy
Please hold for the don't-play boy
Click, I am not a or a pull toy
Came in the door and the floor is
Killjoy if core more Norman Rockwell
Born homesick for an invisible address,
Bumble and bat catnip
One black katamari massive
Packed in a fat 5 rat nest
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 break into smithereens
presto change-o
If it move too quick
Right go right train Ramo
any old Monet, (no)
Merrily merrily merrily
In a cobweb on a hotbed of heresy
Frogmen schooled by the god Ed
Pull dog sleds and exhume Kennedys
Bet, moth kerosene awful
A caution to lost on vaudeville
mixing business
With a hundred and forty-four Dixie
Lawnchair strongman whiskers
NASCAR Bic in his missing
Outcast from a system of
Are you privy to the
It's electric, meeting in the middle of the
With a lethally modified piccolo
There is an incredible mystique
To meddling in the reason a city sleep
ring ring ring whiz-bang jingle bells
And melt G.I. Joes to black taffy
Classic backdrafting
Fold wildlife out of wolf wrapping
moon, bad knee, wool hat, caffeine
TNT in all-caps ACME
Blast off of the whole damn mapscreen
I'm a patchwork of 86'd springs and
Who been 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 action
It was death by saturn