Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Glowing Screens, Part 2

There's 7 billion 46 million people on the
And most of us have the audacity to think we
Hey, you hear the one the comedian who croaked?
stabbed him in the heart, just a little poke
But he keeled over 'cause he went into battle wearing chain made of jokes
Hey, you hear the one about the screenwriter who away?
He was giving pitches and the elevator got stuck halfway
He ended up eating smushed sandwiches they through a crack in the door
And repeating the same crappy screenplay idea about talking dogs his last day
Hey, you hear the one about the fisherman who
He didn't jump off ledge
He just stepped out the air and pulled the ground up towards him really fast
he was pitching a line and went fishing for concrete
The is a drum 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
the vastness of what we don't know
No one would ever for a McDonalds commercial again
And then where we be?
No frozen and no TV
And is that a world we want to in?
Either just microwaved popcorn
Or I hear the sound of a thousand people pulling their heads out of their asses in rapid
The are hunched over in Boston
They're starting app stores and screen printing 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 every time I write
I get to choose the that you view me and select the nicest light
You respect me if you heard the typewriter chatter tap tap
Tapping my mind at night
The same stupid tape of old sitcom dialogue
And tattered of a girl I got to grind on in high school
Filed carefully on paper
My heart is a pencil
But my is an eraser
I don't want a real girl, I to trace her from a catalogue
Truth be told I'm unlikely to you down
Cause my soul is a crowded train
And people keep deciding to get on the next one that rolls through
I'm a false movement in San Francisco
I'm frowning and hunched over in
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 billion 47 people on the planet
And I have the audacity to I matter
I know it's a lie but I it to the alternative
Because I've got a tourniquet at my elbow / I've got
A blunt wrap filled compliments and I'm burnin it
You say to go to sleep but I been bouncing off my bedroom walls since I was hecka
We're every age at once and tucked ourselves like Russian nesting dolls
My mother is an 8 year old
My grandson is a 74 year old whose kidneys just failed
And that's the glue me and you
That's the screws and
We live in a house made of each
And if that strange that's because it is
Someone please freeze so I can run around turning everyone's pockets inside out
And remember, you see shit