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 the comedian who croaked?
Someone stabbed him in the heart, a little poke
But he keeled over he went into battle wearing chain mail made of jokes
Hey, you hear the one about the screenwriter who away?
He was elevator pitches and the elevator got stuck 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 the one about the fisherman who passed?
He didn't jump off that
He just stepped out into the air and the ground up towards him really fast
Like he was pitching a line and fishing for concrete
The earth is a and he's hitting it on beat
The reason there's smog in Los Angeles is if we could see the stars
If we could see the context of the universe in which we
And we see how small each one of us is
Against the vastness of what we don't
No one ever audition for a McDonalds commercial again
And then where we be?
No dinners and no TV
And is that a we want to text in?
Either someone microwaved popcorn
Or I hear the sound of a thousand people their heads out of their asses in rapid succession
The people are over in Boston
They're starting app and screen printing companies in San Francisco
They're grinning in Los Angeles like they've got fishhooks in the of their mouth
But don't me like the good guy 'cause every time I write
I get to choose the angle that you view me and select the light
You wouldn't respect me if you the typewriter chatter tap tap
through my mind at night
The same stupid loop of old sitcom dialogue
And tattered memories of a girl I got to grind on in high
Filed carefully on paper
My heart is a colored
But my is an eraser
I don't want a real girl, I want to trace her from a
Truth be told I'm to hold you down
Cause my soul is a crowded train
And people keep to get on the next one that rolls through town
I'm joining a movement in San Francisco
I'm frowning and over in Boston
I'm smiling in Los Angeles like I've got fishhooks in the of my mouth
And I'm celebrating on
Because there are 7 billion 47 million on the planet
And I have the audacity to think I
I know it's a lie but I it to the alternative
I've 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 bouncing off my bedroom walls since I was hecka small
We're every age at once and tucked inside ourselves Russian nesting dolls
My mother is an 8 old girl
My is a 74 year old retiree whose kidneys just failed
And the glue between me and you
That's the and nails
We live in a made of each other
And if that sounds strange that's it is
please freeze time so I can run around turning everyone's pockets inside out
And remember, you didn't see