Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Glowing Screens, Part 2

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