Luyện nghe bài hát Telekinesis

Nobody my true indentity.
For all we know I'm John F.
love child Nosferatu.
We know, but still we got to.
Nobody knows how deep mystery goes,
but ancient caveman history
We're all descended from the same alien slime.
And it's a pretty of gray.
It the woodwork eat away.
Glass and cow's milk curdles.
It glows in the dark and it turtles.
Somebody told me interesting.
They told me the is always tempesting
round and again.
I've had enough of pseudo-Zen.
Somebody else was from afar,
screwing it up a broken VCR.
She thought I was very insincere, because
I my eyes a bit too much.
Am I that out of touch?
Why should I care this?
I'm not concerned the things I miss.
I don't see the point in not in
things you can taste fear and cinnamon.
this hasn't gotten me anything but dread and gluttony.
Under the is where I wanna go.
Surely is a way, but I dunno
how to get there. No one to know, actually, so
I tried to use a spade,
but it was poorly made.
It broke so many pieces.
It's times like these that I had
Telekinesis...