Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Glowing Screens, Part 2

There's 7 46 million people on the planet
And most of us have the to think we matter
Hey, you hear the one about the who croaked?
Someone stabbed him in the heart, just a poke
But he keeled over 'cause he went into battle wearing chain mail made of
Hey, you hear the one about the who passed away?
He was giving elevator and the elevator got stuck halfway
He ended up eating sandwiches they pushed 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 didn't off that 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 is a drum and he's hitting it on beat
The reason there's smog in Los Angeles is 'cause if we see the stars
If we could see the context of the in which we exist
And we see how small each one of us is
Against the of what we don't know
No one would ever audition for a commercial again
And where would we be?
No frozen and no TV
And is that a world we to text in?
Either someone just microwaved
Or I hear the sound of a people pulling their heads out of their asses in rapid succession
The people are over in Boston
They're starting app and screen printing companies in San Francisco
They're grinning in Los Angeles like they've got fishhooks in the corners of mouth
But don't paint me like the good guy 'cause time I write
I get to the angle that you view me and select the nicest light
You wouldn't respect me if you heard the typewriter tap tap
Tapping through my at night
The stupid tape loop of old sitcom dialogue
And tattered of a girl I got to grind on in high school
Filed carefully on paper
My is a colored pencil
But my is an eraser
I want a real girl, I want to trace her from a catalogue
Truth be told I'm to hold you down
Cause my soul is a crowded subway
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 in Boston
I'm smiling in Los Angeles I've got fishhooks in the corners of my mouth
And I'm on weekends
there are 7 billion 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
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 off my bedroom walls since I was hecka small
We're age at once and tucked inside ourselves like Russian nesting dolls
My mother is an 8 old girl
My is a 74 year old retiree whose kidneys just failed
And that's the glue me and you
That's the screws and
We live in a house made of other
And if that sounds that's because it is
Someone freeze time so I can run around turning everyone's pockets inside out
And remember, you see shit