Luyện nghe bài hát Zero or a Zillion

Yeah,
Keep the fucking set

Put you're head down
As I sit and to a kid you clearly influenced
I text and say I'm that you're my friend
Then leave another perfect time show, feeling and powerful
The ghost of corporate future in my
And as I count the ways that said "fuck you" to the man
I don't care who that I've sold out or not
Since barefoot I feel better than Regina fucking Spektor
a name I'll never be ashamed to drop
I saw that little walk into the open mic
And sit down shyly at the piano and start
Singing songs start to knowing, silly, sad and so mind blowing
were undeniably straight from the heart
And the music, it doesn't
No, the remain the same
Whether are zero people or there are a zillion people
In the world who are
Yeah, the music, it doesn't
No, the songs the same
Whether are zero people or there are a zillion people
In the world who are
I have a friend named Eva, seventeen, a soprano
She sings opera with a voice that me cry
But she sings in competitions and the kids at give her shit
I wish she could sit back and close her eyes
And feel the
Of her inside her chest
worrying about who thinks that
Who thinks who's the
While at time when are people who think that it's not enough
And there are people who think it went too far
All I ever wanted was to not feel
And I traded in my for a guitar
There's so much depression nowadays in
And with all the social pressure that makes
But music shouldn't be the problem, should be the solution
And only a positive
Because the music, it doesn't
No, the remain the same
Whether are zero people or there are a zillion people
In the world who are
No, the music, it change
No, the songs the same
Whether are zero people or there are a zillion people
In the world who are
I have a named Johnny D
His is Tin Tree Factory
Everything he is gold to me
And on archive.org for free, yes

I like sitting on the floor watching play
On his knees, on a carpet, not on a
In of a fire, in a living room
Cozy and warm full of food
But if one day suddenly got huge
I'd be glad that you Johnny too
His songs are smart, important,
Wanting that all to myself would be lame
I don't claim to be only true fan
Just because I knew her way back
You think Cat Stevens be my god
'Cause I him first in Harold and Maude
I all his albums, I listened, I cried
Teaser and the Firecat changed my
I painted a firecat on my jean
'Peace Trains' on my homework packet
I'm listening to 'The Wind of My Soul'
And I'm a hard woman, so I've been told
Yeah, music's just sound, we're just
Why are you affected by what who
If Michael hits make him less sacred
You taking your clothes off makes me plus
When what each preach, make it or break it
Do you abstain? Repeat after me
You can like you like
You can like what you
And let them like they like
And let them what they like
You can what you like
You can like you like
And let like what they like
And let them like what they

Boom-boom-boom-shaka-shaka-
And they, and they, and they, and
And they, and they, and they, and
Like, like, like, like, like, like, like,
You, they everything, like it
I love you,