Luyện nghe bài hát Teepee on a Highway Blues

a good portion of on sale
to the stale-skinned, rummage-happy troop.
got my on: it keeps my ears ringing and peers watching.
wishing i'd 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 you'll never get the perfect tip or learn to take hints.
i want a new television 'cause my are getting old,
and i'd watch the "news and advertisements" and find a new way to change my

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

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

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

there's a of comfort and a false sense of stability.
the difference between a blow-up doll floating in a with slit wrists
and a lost friend calling to borrow money.
all these are beneath you,
there are floors to slip and your neck on
and of vodka you can't see through.
parasite to parasite, what's eating me is you.

the absolute hardest thing about here
is how you wish you could the way it drags.
now they got drugs and computers to do for you
until they can be you, and you,
and convince you they love you.
never to harm anything so innocent
you can't help but hope it gets killed crossing in traffic.

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

sad to leave anyone...