Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Glowing Screens, Part 2

There's 7 billion 46 million people on the
And most of us have the audacity to think we
Hey, you hear the one the comedian who croaked?
Someone stabbed him in the heart, just a poke
But he keeled over 'cause he went into battle wearing mail 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 smushed sandwiches they through a crack in the door
And repeating the same crappy screenplay idea about talking 'til his last day
Hey, you the one about the fisherman who passed?
He jump off that ledge
He just stepped out the air and pulled the ground up towards him really fast
Like he was pitching a line and fishing for concrete
The is a drum and he's hitting it on beat
The reason there's in Los Angeles is 'cause if we could see the stars
If we could see the context of the universe in we exist
And we could see how each one of us is
Against the vastness of what we know
No one ever audition for a McDonalds commercial again
And then would we be?
No frozen and no TV
And is that a we want to text in?
Either someone just microwaved
Or I hear the sound of a thousand people pulling their heads out of their asses in succession
The are hunched over in Boston
They're starting app stores and screen printing in San Francisco
They're grinning in Los Angeles like they've got in the corners of their mouth
But don't 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 wouldn't me if you heard the typewriter chatter tap tap
Tapping through my mind at
The same stupid tape loop of old sitcom
And tattered of a girl I got to grind on in high 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 hold you
my soul is a crowded subway train
And people keep deciding to get on the next one that 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 in the corners of my mouth
And I'm on weekends
Because there are 7 47 million people on the planet
And I have the audacity to think I
I know it's a lie but I prefer it to the
I've got a tourniquet tied at my elbow / I've got
A blunt wrap filled with compliments and I'm 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 inside ourselves like Russian nesting dolls
My is an 8 year old girl
My grandson is a 74 year old retiree whose kidneys failed
And that's the between me and you
That's the and nails
We in a house made of each other
And if that strange that's because it is
Someone please freeze time so I can run turning everyone's pockets inside out
And remember, you see shit