Luyện nghe bài hát Trash Flavored Trash

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

There's a in a cage,
love to a switchblade.
There's a man bars,
milking cars.
There's a in shackles,
building out of bibles.
And piano wire and the men in the pines.
spin 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 wear the skin of a magazine baby.
(come on, on!)
Take me to the pit of pregancies
(come on, come on, on!)
the five o'clock is a fucking fantasy.

I stole the rice the beggar's death bowl
in zoo of broken faces.
I a widow that she was beautiful,
half of her smile was missing.
And I've done all my
gun plus gun equals bang bang.
And I've done my
trash into trash equals flavored trash.

I see more dirty places
(Around, around, around, around, around)
Take me to the hall of filthy
(Around, around, around, around, around)

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

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