Luyện nghe bài hát Telekinesis

Nobody knows my indentity.
For all we know I'm F. Kennedy's
love with Nosferatu.
We know, but still we got to.
Nobody how deep this mystery goes,
but caveman history shows:
We're all descended from the same evil 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.
told me something interesting.
They told me the is always tempesting
round and again.
had enough of that pseudo-Zen.
Somebody else was from afar,
it up like a broken VCR.
She thought I was very insincere, because
I my eyes a bit too much.
Am I really that out of
Why should I care about
I'm not concerned the things 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.
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 poorly made.
It broke so many pieces.
It's times like these that I had
Telekinesis...