Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Glowing Screens, Part 2

There's 7 billion 46 million people on the
And most of us the audacity to think we matter
Hey, you hear the one about the who croaked?
stabbed him in the heart, just a little poke
But he keeled over 'cause he went into wearing chain mail made of jokes
Hey, you hear the one about the screenwriter who passed
He was giving elevator pitches and the got stuck halfway
He up eating smushed sandwiches they pushed through a crack in the door
And the same crappy screenplay idea about talking dogs 'til his last day
Hey, you hear the one about the fisherman who
He didn't off that ledge
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 in Los Angeles is 'cause if we could see the stars
If we could see the of the universe in which we exist
And we could see how each one of us is
the vastness of what we don't know
No one ever audition for a McDonalds commercial again
And then where we be?
No frozen and no TV
And is a world we want to text in?
Either someone just microwaved
Or I hear the sound of a thousand people pulling their heads out of their in rapid succession
The are hunched over in Boston
They're starting app stores and printing companies in San Francisco
They're grinning in Los Angeles like got fishhooks in the corners of their mouth
But don't paint me like the good guy 'cause every time I
I get to choose the angle that you view me and select the light
You wouldn't respect me if you heard the typewriter tap tap
Tapping my mind at night
The stupid tape loop of old sitcom dialogue
And tattered memories of a girl I got to grind on in school
Filed carefully on rice
My heart is a colored
But my brain is an
I don't want a girl, I want to trace her from a catalogue
Truth be told I'm unlikely to you down
my soul is a crowded subway train
And keep deciding 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 in Los Angeles like I've got fishhooks in the corners of my mouth
And I'm on weekends
Because are 7 billion 47 million people on the planet
And I the audacity to think I matter
I know a lie but I prefer it to the alternative
Because I've got a tourniquet tied at my elbow / got
A wrap filled with compliments and I'm burnin it
You say to go to sleep but I been off my bedroom walls since I was hecka small
We're age at once and tucked inside ourselves like Russian nesting dolls
My mother is an 8 year old
My grandson is a 74 year old whose kidneys just failed
And that's the glue me and you
That's the and nails
We live in a house of each other
And if sounds strange that's because it is
Someone please freeze time so I can run turning everyone's pockets inside out
And remember, you didn't see