Luyện nghe bài hát Teepee on a Highway Blues

a good portion of devotion on
to the stale-skinned, rummage-happy troop.
got my bells on: it keeps my ears ringing and watching.
i'd stop quietly judging with my mouth open and hands on the switch,
so when they the earth, who's ass will your head end up in?
it's most likely you'll never get the perfect tip or to take hints.
i want a new television 'cause my are getting old,
and i'd the "news and advertisements" and find a new way to change my life

(guaranteed of course, because the names we have,
and will always be, the answer).
girls like to hands; i had my life squeezed out once or twice,
so let's call it even...and well-balanced, like a crock of
or a of a life on a walking mess to the upscale,
where sniff dreams off fingernails
and rate on a scale of personal gain.
mapping out the universe: a and kids with no name,
and a big house atop a hill that out the sun for those who can't afford it.
some crumbs to the starving idealists.
do not bleed the same? are they not men?

we got desks now,
and all my ideas are carefully hidden on crumpled at my feet.
for attention when the demon barely blinks out of this life.
now i'm on the north shore, laughing at my dot com who got laid off,
who references anyway?
i've been working for god in all the social circles.

i could been a programmer, but this much i still am:
not a man or a teacher, a student in denial
with more to give they could possibly take.
when there's nothing to disagree with,
i'll drop off the of the planet
and give mtv-land back to its owners...you can have it.

there's a of comfort and a false sense of stability.
the between a blow-up doll floating in a bathtub with slit wrists
and a friend only calling to borrow money.
all these are beneath you,
there are to slip and break your neck on
and bottles of vodka you see through.
to parasite, what's eating me is eating you.

the absolute hardest thing being here
is how you wish you fast-forward the way it drags.
now they got drugs and to do that for you
until they can be you, and you,
and convince you that they you.
never meant to harm anything so
that you can't help but hope it gets killed in traffic.

i promised i wouldn't kill anything on this song,
but you me no choice
'cause i can't complain, and believe i'm still
for people, waiting for people
who overextend by saying, "hello,"
i underestimated and how loneliness
will entire blocks to pigpile on television sets.
all the clap-on distractions and fade-away
are the reason i can hold a one-sided conversation,
or sit still knees shaking.
i pull the hair out of my head and wait for to fill the room,
but all i get is a receding hairline and another grin.

it's sad to anyone...