Luyện nghe bài hát Trash Flavored Trash

I've
twenty-two years in this zoo of faces.
Parents, and school children me sit on this neon nest, naked.

There's a in a cage,
making to a switchblade.
There's a man bars,
abandoned cars.
There's a in shackles,
bombs out of bibles.
And piano vines and the men in the pines.
That round, and round, and round, and round, and round.

(come on, on!)
Take me to the pit of pregancies.
(come on, on, come on!)
I wanna wear the of a magazine baby.
(come on, on!)
Take me to the pit of pregancies
(come on, on, come on!)
the five o'clock is a fucking fantasy.

I the rice from the beggar's death bowl
in this zoo of faces.
I told a widow she was beautiful,
when half of her was missing.
And I've all my addition;
gun gun equals bang bang bang.
And I've my division;
trash into equals trash flavored trash.

I wanna see dirty places
(Around, around, around, around, around)
Take me to the hall of faces
(Around, around, around, around, around)

There's a girl behind chicken coughing up ghosts.
There's a in a cage, that vacuums all day.
There's a boy in a toupee in resumes.
And the with no eyes
on the carousel rides spin
round and and round and round and round.

and, I've my admission.
and, paid my submission.
and, seen the petition.
and, done my addition.
and, I've my division.
yeah, I've my division.
I've my division;
trash into trash equals trash trash.