Luyện nghe bài hát That Black Bat Licorice

Behave
Behave
You to behave yourself, boy

Yeah, she's built for like a black castrum doloris
Good for the needy, like Neechy, Froyd and
But I'm skin, flint, broke, no money, making jokes
But baby, I joke with you

My feet are burning like I 'em in hypocaust
But the Roman's are gone, changed their name because their lost
She letters like a jack chick comic
Just a of propaganda, make my fingers histrionic; like this, and this

I mean, my baby
But she makes me get
And when my is jumping
I got no time for up for her

I fantasize about the
The army, a silo, confinement, in
Any where there's a time to clear my vision

I it out
Whatever's in my
Just like that Black Bat
Yeah, that Bat Licorice
That Black Bat
That Black Bat

I wanna cut out my tongue and let you hold it for me
without my skull to amplify my sounds it might get boring
I've got the wit of the stickers with atomic precision
And the faces of the moon directing all of my deicisons like

need to know, I play dumb like a lumbo
And get my feelings and move to NY like i'm Dumbo
Don't you want to lose the part of the brain that has
To not even know you are doing
Or care about yourself or your in the billions

Yeah, I have to it out
Oh, in my mouth
I have to spit it out (behave self)
Just like that Bat Licorice
Black Bat Licorice
That Black Bat Licorice, I never liked it, I will
Now state the damn thing with the violin

you feed me
I you right back
But it will do no