Luyện nghe bài hát Teepee on a Highway Blues

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

(guaranteed of course, because the we trust 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 of shit
or a hell of a 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 wife and with no name,
and a big house a hill that blocks out the sun for those who can't afford it.
throw some to the starving idealists.
do they not bleed the same? are not men?

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

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

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

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

i myself i wouldn't kill anything on this song,
but you me no choice
'cause i can't complain, and believe i'm still
waiting for people, waiting for
who overextend by saying, "hello,"
i greediness and how loneliness
will drive entire blocks to on television sets.
all the clap-on and fade-away inspirations
are the reason i can hold a one-sided conversation,
or sit without knees shaking.
i pull the hair out of my head and wait for bats to the room,
but all i get is a receding and another shit-eating grin.

it's sad to anyone...