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, kill
Make or buy point-op arcade (?)
Talkin arcane science, age pull (?)
eyes card face, bark Aes iron on (?)
Pork rinds orange age, Jarred die alone
No Mulligans, bars bird cage
Cold, colonize on Earth day
And surface from the door like worms into the petrichor
Messenger, better get a vessel for a Tetris
Zilch, cowabunga call me press ignore
Devastating energy off his Tesla coil
baited breath and tempermental tremors
That taught a man to wave with 10 percent of his
And I never lost tic tac toe to a live
For the footage, Im off cam dynamite
For diamondback rattles in his holy
Evoke colony via gross betrayal
3 wolf shirt, two shoes one sock
the same hoodie everyday like Mumra
Buh-dum-bum, follow the regenerated rebel (?)
Out of sorts, out of water, suicidal
Who stood by the in his we should be together less 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, this is why we cant have things
I prefer to skip the
Flip the diner table, dip in for final jeopardy

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

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Okay, magpies, Hoarders, and allied
Who lick zig-zags being dragged by
Transcribe in patterns of pins dropping
Skinned and exaggerated limb-lopping
Slow Mozart, no Ive never heard a
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! from a pulling of hair
To a homecoming sullied by a skull on a
It a human resources issue to public affair
Reciprocity is a pestilent to bear
And unfulfilling, concurrently that rigid upper lipping grudge or crippling (?)
The wonder are bitching
Armchair hater, I wouldnt on your coffin
But when I see picture I draw dicks on it
The breakaway tux
Holds chicken wire ribs and papier guts
Pipe cleaner mustache, folk hands(?) google
Macaroni gas face, no plan to
You are now rockin with the
up his sleeve, nothing here is what it seems
Paranormal weather, mysteriously disappearing
Not to the collateral delirium it breeds
Jeez, forgive him and he past
He from a town called Deaths Icy Grasp
And he get out much but when he do its beetlemania
Do not be at the feet of his feelers radius
Too charitable, offerin the average joe some estate
Between the big mouth bass and jackalope
Cozy in a of bliss
Snatch the food off your plate, a goat off a bridge
No