Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Glowing Screens, Part 2

There's 7 46 million people on the planet
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 little
But he keeled 'cause he went into battle wearing chain mail made of jokes
Hey, you hear the one the screenwriter who passed away?
He was giving elevator pitches and the got stuck halfway
He ended up eating smushed they pushed through a crack in the door
And repeating the same crappy screenplay idea about talking dogs his last day
Hey, you hear the one about the who passed?
He didn't jump off that
He just stepped out into the air and pulled the ground up towards him fast
he was pitching 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 could see how small one of us is
Against the vastness of what we don't
No one would ever audition for a McDonalds 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 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 like they've got fishhooks in the corners of their mouth
But don't paint me like the good guy 'cause 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 chatter tap tap
Tapping through my at night
The same stupid tape of old sitcom dialogue
And memories of a girl I got to grind on in high school
Filed on rice paper
My heart is a pencil
But my is an eraser
I don't want a real girl, I want to her from a catalogue
be told I'm unlikely to hold you down
Cause my soul is a crowded train
And people keep deciding to get on the next one rolls through town
I'm joining a false movement in San
I'm frowning and hunched over in
I'm smiling in Los Angeles like I've got in the corners of my mouth
And I'm celebrating on
Because are 7 billion 47 million people on the planet
And I the audacity to think I matter
I know it's a lie but I it to the alternative
Because I've got a tourniquet tied at my / I've got
A blunt wrap filled with 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 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 retiree whose just failed
And the glue between me and you
That's the and nails
We live in a house made of each
And if sounds strange that's because it is
Someone please freeze time so I can run around turning everyone's pockets out
And remember, you didn't see