Luyện nghe bài hát That Black Bat Licorice

Behave
yourself
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, making no money, making
But baby, I won't joke you

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

I mean, she's my
But she me get avuncular
And my monkey is jumping
I got no time for up for her

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

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

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

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

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

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