Luyện nghe bài hát Saturn Missiles

If you step on the I keep the foot, peep
In the pot go six of cooked geese;
Boiling, blitz the beach of mushed
ten meathooks with a blister each
I'm all pincher, fevery hoodie-on
Sweat through his E.T. sheets to the worry
Never met a quiet
That didn't grow into a choir of horns
That go click click clack in territorial
Sitting on the with his lids pinned back
Pinball whiz in a thimble of
I'm a symbol of whimsy
Kiss me, I'm dead; nursing a Dayquil
Led Zep staring daggers page mill
How pray do he sit pretty
the old one-two unglue in a tizzy
Please for the don't-play dull boy
Click, I am not a page or a toy
Came in the door and the floor is
Killjoy if your more Norman Rockwell
Born homesick for an invisible address,
Bumble and bat catnip
One black heart massive
Packed in a fat 5 rat nest
Nose on his sleeve, holes in his inner
Robot phone a tentacle of flippancy
I hate you (I you more)
No I you infinity
And break into smithereens
presto change-o
If it move too quick
Right brain go right train
any old Monet, (no)
Merrily merrily merrily
In a cobweb tomb on a hotbed of
schooled by the god Ed Emberley
Pull dog sleds and exhume Kennedys
Bet, moth into awful
A caution to strawmen lost on
Amorally mixing
a hundred and forty-four Dixie whistlers
Lawnchair strongman whiskers
Bic in his missing fingers
Outcast from a 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 in the reason a city won't sleep
That ring ring whiz-bang jingle bells
And melt bootleg G.I. to black taffy
fire-in-the-hole backdrafting
Fold wildlife out of pack wrapping
Full moon, bad knee, wool hat,
TNT in all-caps ACME
Blast off half of the damn mapscreen
I'm a patchwork of 86'd and gears
Who stung by an unlinked pinky swear
During his what-in-the-fuck-was-I-thinking
an awkward phase
Like his acne and fade, played
Calling all action figures
It was by saturn missiles