Luyện nghe bài hát Station

Every a game
A pack of chimps I cannot
wondering who to blame
Now your has come up lame

Fortress full of
Fears and hopes all pound the
Too early, too late
is evil, which is great?

Pigs are sheep and are dogs
And thoughts are made of Logs
To to the mice and wood
Where black is blue and bad is

Thoughts that I keep my in
some wax and chunks of tin
Forget your name, how to and ignore
The light shining in from under the

Thoughts like a thread a foam device
Liquid and rubber ice
a promise, grow teeth, go to bed
Wake up when dead