Luyện nghe bài hát That Black Bat Licorice

Behave
yourself
You need to yourself, boy

Yeah, she's built for speed like a castrum doloris
for the needy, like Neechy, Froyd and Horris
But I'm skin, flint, broke, making no money, jokes
But baby, I won't joke you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whatever you me
I you right back
But it do no good