Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Glowing Screens, Part 2

There's 7 billion 46 million on the planet
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 chain mail made of jokes
Hey, you hear the one about the screenwriter who passed
He was giving elevator pitches and the elevator got stuck
He ended up eating smushed sandwiches they pushed a crack in the door
And repeating the same crappy screenplay idea about talking 'til his last day
Hey, you hear the one about the who passed?
He didn't jump off ledge
He just stepped out into the air and the ground up towards him really fast
Like he was a line and went fishing for concrete
The earth is a 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 which we
And we could see how small one of us is
Against the vastness of we don't know
No one would ever audition for a McDonalds again
And then where we be?
No frozen and no TV
And is that a we want to text in?
Either someone just microwaved
Or I hear the of a thousand people pulling their heads out of their asses in rapid succession
The are hunched over in Boston
They're starting app stores and printing companies in San Francisco
They're grinning in Los Angeles like they've got fishhooks in the corners of their
But don't paint me like the good guy 'cause time I write
I get to choose the angle you view me and select the nicest light
You wouldn't me if you heard the typewriter chatter tap tap
Tapping through my at night
The same tape loop of old sitcom dialogue
And memories of a girl I got to grind on in high school
Filed carefully on paper
My heart is a colored
But my is an eraser
I don't a real girl, I want to trace her from a catalogue
Truth be told I'm to hold you down
Cause my is a crowded subway train
And people keep deciding to get on the next one that rolls town
I'm joining a false movement in San
I'm frowning and hunched in Boston
I'm smiling in Los Angeles like I've got fishhooks in the of my mouth
And I'm celebrating on
Because there are 7 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 elbow / got
A wrap filled with compliments and I'm burnin it
You say to go to sleep but I been bouncing off my bedroom walls since I was 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 the glue between me and you
the screws and nails
We in a house made of each other
And if sounds strange that's because it is
Someone please freeze time so I can run around everyone's pockets inside out
And remember, you didn't see