Luyện nghe bài hát Twig

(beck speaking:)
[ya how it is
like, my lady's gone, y'know...
I just let my fly in the wind
You know it's like the branch
It's like, I let my fly in the wind
Sometimes I need a kindling (laughter),
Sometimes I up a slight...combustion of fire
I let my twig burn in the
Ya know what I'm
It's a twig...it's like a stick
But more portable (more laughter)
It's my own portable twig, y'know what I'm sayin?
I let it fly in the
You know, I get lonely
And I let my fly in the wind...
Yeah... it's that, y'know] (music begins...)

Some weepy creepy willow pillow shit
big wheel can you feel it
Trippy face down trippin' so hard
splits open stuffin' spills out into the car
Drink a cup of dirty and a load of bony frog
me seven dollars and I'll pump it full of smog
Paint a monkey gold and let it loose
Start him with a smile and he back with a frown

He's just a in the wind
in the wind (a bunch of times)
All

I'm happy feelin' crappy in your nappy car
Squozen frozen drunk in a bar
Tape recorded all genius machine
Spokesmodel dipped in beans
Piggys pay full (? ) to take them down to the dump
busty skeletons who pay at the pump
Multi-nippled dj sap
I'm shoulder high in crap and my water are flat

I'm just a in the wind...

Twig in the
in the wind
Wheeeeeeeee!

(really beck-stuff here)

"love me like a cab (? ).
Love me. I know you will. me....(laugh)
Let's chill. I what you're made of:
Ecstasy....next to me. the
Is bright....your are so tight. tantalize.
On my thighs. me.........like a god!!!!!!!!!!]