Luyện nghe bài hát That Black Bat Licorice

Behave
yourself
You need to yourself, boy

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

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

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

I about the hospital
The army, a silo, confinement, in
Any place where a time to clear my vision

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

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

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

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

you feed me
I feed you back
But it do no good