Luyện nghe bài hát Telekinesis

Nobody knows my indentity.
For all we know I'm F. Kennedy's
love with Nosferatu.
We can't know, but we got to.
knows how deep this mystery goes,
but ancient history shows:
We're all descended from the evil alien slime.
And it's a pretty of gray.
It the woodwork eat away.
Glass breaks and milk curdles.
It glows in the and it mutates turtles.
Somebody me something interesting.
They told me the world is tempesting
round and again.
I've had enough of pseudo-Zen.
else was watching from afar,
screwing it up a broken VCR.
She thought that I was insincere, because
I my eyes a bit too much.
Am I really out of touch?
Why I care about this?
I'm not with the things I miss.
I don't see the point in not in
things you can taste fear and cinnamon.
Sadly hasn't gotten me anything but dread and gluttony.
the ground is where I wanna go.
Surely there is a way, but I
how to get there. No one to know, actually, so
I to use a garden spade,
but it was very made.
It broke so many pieces.
It's times these that I wish had
Telekinesis...