Luyện nghe bài hát Telekinesis

Nobody my true indentity.
For all we I'm John F. Kennedy's
love child Nosferatu.
We know, but still we got to.
Nobody knows how deep 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 cow's curdles.
It in the dark and it mutates turtles.
Somebody told me interesting.
They told me the is always tempesting
round and again.
had enough of that pseudo-Zen.
Somebody else was from afar,
screwing it up like a VCR.
She thought I was very insincere, because
I rolled my a bit too much.
Am I really out of touch?
Why should I care about
I'm not concerned with the I miss.
I see the point in not believing in
things you can taste like and cinnamon.
Sadly this hasn't gotten me but dread and gluttony.
Under the ground is where I go.
there is a way, but I dunno
how to get there. No one to know, actually, so
I to use a garden spade,
but it was very made.
It into so many pieces.
It's times like these I wish had
Telekinesis...