Luyện nghe bài hát Tetra

Don't with his cool

I a staff to a snake and back, evade crack
Shake a 5150 in shades and a fake
made of 5 worse bikes, uphill
Tabletop frames on dutch tilt, crush
or buy point-op arcade punk (?)
Talkin arcane science, dark age (?)
Four eyes card face, bark Aes on (?)
rinds orange age, Jarred brains die alone
No Mulligans, bars bird cage
Cold, colonize Mars on day
And surface from the cellar door like worms into the
Messenger, better get a vessel for a Tetris
Zilch, cowabunga homies call me ignore
energy exploding off his Tesla coil
Farm baited breath and tremors
That taught a man to wave with 10 of his fingers
And I lost tic tac toe to a live chicken
For the footage, Im off cam dynamite
For diamondback in his holy grail
Evoke colony collapse via gross
3 wolf moon shirt, two one sock
Wore the same hoodie like Mumra
Buh-dum-bum, follow the rebel flesh (?)
Out of sorts, out of water, suicidal
Who stood by the conviction in his we should be together forevermore
we are the severed heads of civil war
And basing(?) radio off the silver foil
Trash can fire looking for a to grill or spoil
Quickly, purveyors of hijinks
I know, is why we cant have nice things
I prefer to the pleasantries
Flip the diner table, dip in time for jeopardy

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

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Okay, magpies, Hoarders, and forces
Who lick zig-zags being by horses
Transcribe stories in of pins dropping
boars and exaggerated limb-lopping
Slow Mozart, no Ive heard a knocking
Mightve in on it, splits or skin popping(?)
Opt out, on the eve of no saints day
and aim for the token propane tank
Bang! Followed a pulling of hair
To a homecoming sullied by a skull on a
It spun a resources issue to public affair
is a pestilent compulsion to bear
And ultimately unfulfilling, concurrently rigid upper lipping grudge or crippling (?)
The twins are bitching
Armchair hater, I piss on your coffin
But when I see your picture I draw on it
The ozone tux
chicken wire ribs and papier mache guts
Pipe mustache, folk hands(?) google eyes
Macaroni gas face, no plan to
You are now with the worst
up his sleeve, nothing here is what it seems
Paranormal weather, disappearing bees
Not to the collateral delirium it breeds
Jeez, him and he dicey past
He from a town called Deaths Icy Grasp
And he get out much but when he do its beetlemania
Do not be asleep at the of his feelers radius
Too charitable, offerin the average joe some estate
Between the big mouth billy bass and
Cozy in a moment of
Snatch the food off your plate, snatch a goat off a
No