Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Glowing Screens, Part 2

There's 7 billion 46 million people on the
And of us have the audacity to think we matter
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 chain made of jokes
Hey, you the one about the screenwriter who passed away?
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 that
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 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 could see how small one of us is
Against the vastness of we don't know
No one would ever 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 someone just popcorn
Or I hear the of a thousand people pulling their heads out of their asses in rapid succession
The people are hunched in Boston
starting app stores and screen printing companies in San Francisco
They're in Los Angeles like they've got fishhooks in the corners of their mouth
But don't paint me like the guy 'cause every time I write
I get to choose the angle that you me and select the nicest 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 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 a real girl, I want to trace her from a catalogue
Truth be I'm unlikely to hold you down
Cause my soul is a subway train
And people keep deciding to get on the next one that rolls through
I'm a false movement in San Francisco
I'm frowning and over in Boston
I'm smiling in Los Angeles like I've got fishhooks in the corners of my
And I'm celebrating on
Because there are 7 47 million people on the planet
And I have the audacity to think I
I it's a lie but I prefer it to the alternative
Because I've got a tourniquet tied at my elbow / got
A blunt wrap with compliments and I'm burnin it
You say to go to sleep but I been bouncing off my bedroom walls since I was hecka
We're every age at once and tucked inside ourselves like Russian dolls
My mother is an 8 year old
My grandson is a 74 year old retiree kidneys just failed
And that's the glue me and you
the screws and nails
We live in a house made of each
And if sounds strange that's because it is
Someone please time so I can run around turning everyone's pockets inside out
And remember, you see shit