Luyện nghe bài hát Tetra

Don't fool his cool

I turn a staff to a snake and back, crack
Shake a 5150 in shades and a stache
Dirtbike made of 5 bikes, uphill
Tabletop frames on dutch tilt, kill
or buy point-op arcade punk (?)
Talkin arcane science, dark age (?)
eyes card face, bark Aes iron on (?)
Pork orange age, Jarred brains die alone
No Mulligans, crow bars cage
Cold, colonize on Earth day
And surface the cellar door like worms into the petrichor
Messenger, better get a vessel for a score
Zilch, cowabunga homies call me press
energy exploding off his Tesla coil
Farm breath and tempermental tremors
That taught a man to wave 10 percent of his fingers
And I never tic tac toe to a live chicken
For the footage, Im off cam dynamite
For rattles in his holy grail
Evoke colony collapse via gross
3 wolf shirt, two shoes one sock
Wore the same hoodie everyday like
Buh-dum-bum, the regenerated rebel flesh (?)
Out of sorts, out of water, tetrafish
Who stood by the conviction in his we should be together forevermore
Before we are the severed of civil war
And basing(?) radio ricochet off the silver
Trash can fire looking for a kill to grill or
Quickly, of fine hijinks
I know, this is why we have nice things
I prefer to the pleasantries
Flip the diner table, dip in time for jeopardy

No
Oh and dont fool his cool
Ma, can we get a
Is a no?

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Okay, magpies, Hoarders, and allied
Who lick being dragged by horses
Transcribe stories in patterns of pins
Skinned boars and limb-lopping
Slow Mozart, no Ive never heard a
Mightve burst in on it, or skin popping(?)
Opt out, on the eve of no saints day
Locate and aim for the token tank
Bang! Followed from a pulling of
To a sullied by a skull on a spear
It spun a human resources to public affair
Reciprocity is a pestilent to bear
And ultimately unfulfilling, concurrently that rigid upper lipping grudge or (?)
The wonder twins are
Armchair hater, I wouldnt piss on your
But when I see picture I draw dicks on it
The ozone tux
Holds chicken wire ribs and mache guts
Pipe cleaner mustache, folk hands(?) google
Macaroni gas face, no to humanize
You are now rockin with the
up his sleeve, nothing here is what it seems
Paranormal weather, disappearing bees
Not to mention the collateral delirium it
Jeez, forgive him and he dicey
He a tiny town called Deaths Icy Grasp
And he dont get out much but when he do its
Do not be at the feet of his feelers radius
Too charitable, offerin the average joe some real
Between the big mouth billy bass and
Cozy in a moment of
Snatch the food off your plate, snatch a goat off a
No