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?
Someone stabbed him in the heart, just a little
But he keeled over 'cause he went into wearing chain mail made of jokes
Hey, you hear the one about the screenwriter who passed
He was giving elevator pitches and the got stuck halfway
He ended up smushed sandwiches they pushed through a crack in the door
And repeating the same crappy screenplay idea about dogs 'til his last day
Hey, you hear the one about the who passed?
He didn't off that ledge
He just stepped out into the air and pulled the ground up towards him fast
Like he was pitching a line and fishing for concrete
The earth is a drum and he's hitting it on
The there's smog 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 each one of us is
Against the of what we don't know
No one would ever audition for a McDonalds again
And where would we be?
No dinners and no TV
And is that a we want to text in?
someone just microwaved popcorn
Or I hear the sound of a thousand people pulling heads out of their asses in rapid succession
The people are hunched over in
They're starting app stores and screen printing companies in San
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 that you view me and select the nicest light
You wouldn't respect me if you heard the chatter tap tap
Tapping through my mind at
The same stupid tape of old sitcom dialogue
And tattered of a girl I got to grind on in high school
Filed on rice paper
My heart is a colored
But my brain is an
I don't a real girl, I want to trace her from a catalogue
Truth be I'm unlikely to hold you down
Cause my soul is a crowded subway
And people keep deciding to get on the next one that through town
I'm joining a false in San Francisco
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 are 7 billion 47 million people on the planet
And I have the to think I matter
I know it's a lie but I prefer it to the
Because I've got a tourniquet tied at my / I've got
A blunt 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 every age at once and tucked inside like Russian nesting dolls
My mother is an 8 old girl
My grandson is a 74 year old retiree whose kidneys just
And the glue between me and you
the screws and nails
We in a house made of each other
And if that 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