Luyện nghe bài hát The Process

Holy fucking shit! He wrote fucking song
Why does he keep on writing them hope has long been gone?
He may not be Gaga, Miley, Jackson, or the
But let me tell you why bearded fuck has got to sing

Twenty-four/seven, 3-6-5 of the year
In his mind the music plays 'a blasting in his
A-B-C-D-E-F-G, the notes now play
And on the staff, the notes dance like bearded fucking elves

It's just his process, how he makes himself/(sense of) this
It's just his process. him a motherfucking check

It's his process, how he makes himself/(sense of) this wreck
It's just his process. him a motherfucking check

He'll write a fucking song for dick that's ever lived
Pop, blues, rock, funk, dance, and trancethe man just wants to
Now open up ears to him, you silly fucking sod
And blast his jams from noon night so loud you'll wake up God

Early in the morn when normal folks are up
He's pounding keys and riding strings like monster fucking
notes on his Cheerios and quarters in his tonic
He's regular fiber man and shits a philharmonic

Twenty-four/seven, 3-6-5 of the year
In his mind the plays 'a blasting in his ears
A-B-C-D-E-F-G, the notes now themselves
And on the staff, the notes they dance like fucking elves

Holy fucking shit! He wrote another song
Why does he keep on writing when hope has long been gone?
He may not be Gaga, Miley, Jackson, or the
But let me tell you why this bearded has got to sing

It's just his process, how he makes himself/(sense of) wreck
It's just his process. Send him a motherfucking

It's just his process, how he makes himself/(sense of) this
It's his process. Send him a motherfucking check