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 about the 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 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 'til his last day
Hey, you hear the one about the who passed?
He didn't jump off that
He just out into the air and pulled the ground up towards him really fast
Like he was pitching a and went fishing for concrete
The earth is a drum and 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 universe in we exist
And we see how small each one of us is
Against the vastness of we don't know
No one would ever audition for a McDonalds commercial
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 sound of a people pulling their heads out of their asses in rapid succession
The people are hunched over in
They're starting app stores and screen companies in San Francisco
grinning in Los Angeles 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 view me and select the nicest
You wouldn't me if you heard the typewriter chatter tap tap
Tapping my mind at night
The same stupid tape loop of old sitcom
And tattered memories of a girl I got to on in high school
carefully on rice paper
My heart is a pencil
But my is an eraser
I don't want a real girl, I want to trace her from a
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 that rolls town
I'm a false movement in San Francisco
I'm and hunched over in Boston
I'm smiling in Los Angeles like I've got fishhooks in the of my mouth
And I'm on weekends
Because there are 7 billion 47 people on the planet
And I the audacity to think I matter
I it's a lie but I prefer it to the alternative
I've got a tourniquet tied at my elbow / I've got
A blunt wrap filled with compliments and I'm it
You say to go to sleep but I been bouncing off my bedroom since I was hecka small
We're every age at once and tucked inside ourselves like nesting dolls
My mother is an 8 old girl
My grandson is a 74 year old retiree whose kidneys just
And that's the glue me and you
That's the and nails
We live in a house made of other
And if that sounds strange that's it is
Someone please freeze time so I can run around turning everyone's pockets out
And remember, you didn't see