Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Glowing Screens, Part 2

There's 7 billion 46 million on the planet
And most of us have the audacity to we matter
Hey, you the one about the comedian who croaked?
Someone stabbed him in the heart, just a little
But he keeled over 'cause he into battle wearing chain mail made of jokes
Hey, you hear the one about the screenwriter who passed
He was giving elevator pitches and the elevator got halfway
He ended up eating smushed sandwiches they pushed through a in the door
And repeating the crappy screenplay idea about talking dogs 'til his last day
Hey, you hear the one the fisherman who passed?
He didn't jump off ledge
He stepped out into the air and pulled the ground up towards him really fast
Like he was a line and went fishing for concrete
The earth is a drum and he's hitting it on
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 we exist
And we see how small each one of us is
the vastness of what we don't know
No one would ever audition for a McDonalds again
And where would we be?
No frozen and no TV
And is that a we want to text in?
someone just microwaved popcorn
Or I hear the sound of a thousand people their heads out of their asses in rapid succession
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 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 nicest
You wouldn't respect me if you heard the chatter tap tap
through my mind at night
The same stupid tape loop of old dialogue
And tattered memories of a girl I got to grind on in school
carefully 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
Truth be told I'm unlikely to you down
my soul is a crowded subway train
And people keep deciding to get on the one that rolls through town
I'm joining a movement in San Francisco
I'm frowning and hunched over in
I'm smiling in Los like I've got fishhooks in the corners of my mouth
And I'm celebrating on
Because there are 7 47 million people on the planet
And I have the to think I matter
I know it's a lie but I prefer it to the
Because I've got a tourniquet tied at my / 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 since I was hecka small
We're every age at once and tucked ourselves like Russian nesting dolls
My is an 8 year old girl
My grandson is a 74 old retiree whose kidneys just failed
And that's the glue me and you
the screws and nails
We live in a house made of other
And if that sounds strange because it is
Someone please freeze time so I can run around everyone's pockets inside out
And remember, you see shit