Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Glowing Screens, Part 2

There's 7 billion 46 people on the planet
And most of us the audacity to think we matter
Hey, you the one about the comedian who croaked?
Someone stabbed him in the heart, a little poke
But he keeled over 'cause he went into battle wearing chain made of jokes
Hey, you hear the one about the screenwriter who away?
He was giving elevator pitches and the elevator got halfway
He ended up eating sandwiches they pushed through a crack in the door
And repeating the same crappy screenplay idea talking dogs 'til his last day
Hey, you hear the one about the fisherman who
He didn't jump off that
He just stepped out into the air and pulled the ground up towards him really
Like he was a line and went fishing for concrete
The earth is a drum and hitting it on beat
The reason there's smog in Los is 'cause if we could see the stars
If we could see the context of the in which we exist
And we could see how each one of us is
Against the vastness of what we don't
No one would ever for a McDonalds commercial again
And where would we be?
No dinners and no TV
And is a world we want to text in?
Either just microwaved popcorn
Or I hear the sound of a thousand people pulling their heads out of their asses in rapid
The people are hunched over in
They're starting app stores and printing companies in San Francisco
They're grinning in Los Angeles like they've got fishhooks in the corners of mouth
But don't paint me like the guy 'cause every time I write
I get to choose the angle that you view me and select the light
You respect me if you heard the typewriter chatter tap tap
Tapping through my mind at
The same stupid tape loop of old dialogue
And memories of a girl I got to grind on in high school
Filed on rice paper
My heart is a colored
But my brain is an
I don't want a real girl, I want to trace her a catalogue
be told I'm unlikely to hold you down
Cause my soul is a crowded train
And people deciding to get on the next one that rolls through town
I'm joining a false in San Francisco
I'm frowning and hunched over in
I'm smiling in Los Angeles I've got fishhooks in the corners of my mouth
And I'm celebrating on
Because there are 7 billion 47 million people on the
And I have the audacity to think I
I know a lie but I prefer it to the alternative
Because I've got a tourniquet at my elbow / I've got
A blunt wrap filled compliments and I'm burnin it
You say to go to sleep but I been bouncing off my bedroom walls since I was small
We're every age at once and tucked inside ourselves Russian nesting dolls
My mother is an 8 year old
My is a 74 year old retiree whose kidneys just failed
And the glue between me and you
the screws and nails
We live in a house made of other
And if that strange that's because it is
Someone please freeze time so I can run around turning everyone's inside out
And remember, you didn't see