Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Glowing Screens, Part 2

There's 7 46 million people on the planet
And most of us the audacity to think we matter
Hey, you the one about the comedian who croaked?
stabbed him in the heart, just a little poke
But he keeled over 'cause he went into battle wearing chain mail made of
Hey, you hear the one about the screenwriter who passed
He was giving elevator pitches and the elevator got halfway
He ended up eating sandwiches they pushed through a crack in the door
And repeating the same crappy idea about talking dogs 'til his last day
Hey, you hear the one the fisherman who passed?
He didn't off that ledge
He just stepped out into the air and pulled the ground up him really fast
he was pitching 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 see the context of the universe in which 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 commercial
And then would we be?
No dinners and no TV
And is that a world we want to in?
someone just microwaved popcorn
Or I hear the sound of a thousand people pulling their out of their asses in rapid succession
The people are hunched over in
They're starting app and screen printing companies 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 every I write
I get to choose the angle that you view me and select the nicest
You wouldn't respect me if you heard the typewriter tap tap
Tapping through my mind at
The same tape loop of old sitcom dialogue
And memories of a girl I got to grind on in high school
Filed on rice paper
My is a colored pencil
But my is an eraser
I don't want a real girl, I want to trace her from a
Truth be told I'm unlikely to you down
Cause my is a crowded subway train
And people keep to get on the next one that rolls through town
I'm joining a false movement in San
I'm and hunched over in Boston
I'm smiling in Los Angeles I've got fishhooks in the corners of my mouth
And I'm celebrating on
Because there are 7 billion 47 million people on the
And I have the 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 with compliments and I'm burnin 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 tucked inside ourselves like nesting dolls
My is an 8 year old girl
My grandson is a 74 year old retiree whose just failed
And that's the glue me and you
the screws and nails
We live in a house of each other
And if sounds strange that's because it is
please freeze time so I can run around turning everyone's pockets inside out
And remember, you see shit