Luyện nghe bài hát ZZZ Top

Somebody in a cultivated moment of
himself to artfully carve Zoso in his desk
They was probably thinking fuck you fuck you fuck you in they
a hell bound arm and a acidy wash
Homemade curfew a o'clock
And a pot leaf tattoo his did drunk
Like a of mystique that technically sucked
Taking the of the father in vain
On the way to the in his locker, it's strange
A switch he from a siblings Skippy jar
Who branched off into stars
And never his shit was sharp
To with a higher purpose
And a prime alert to juvenile
Like Van Morrison an Arcade Drop Floor
Down to the valley time for Ahkmar, watch
Z(ed), slowly maneuver the O
S is the difficult to control
O
Into the eye of Goliath you
That levee percussion
Will pull the monkey up
Twelve or blaster
Blacken her technicolor
at a faster rate
The class was making them backwards
It would appear you spelled out all the

Somebody in a moment of distrust,
composed enough to magic-marker Zulu on these chucks,
they was to do the buckle font from renegades of funk,
in a 3d frame of brick, and whiz-lines for the locally motion sick,
beyond gross but evoked a host of oh dip where a social neurosis owned the whole strip, heart of a cat with a lark in his mouth in the marrow of waiting his guardians out, flashlight, chisel tips, milked venom, pistol grip, images relocated from milled to scissor kick, silent agreement at hand, king of the hill for a queen of the damned, she in the doorway seething began that clean white pair had a 3-year planl, oops, capital zed, radical u in the cut, truly to beautiful l"oser it up, and he done, collateral damage a future alum, that key to Shambala, planet rocking, Bambaatta, sample chop, churning out a cancer for the vandal squad, analog, and he finds, animated colors on a page, like synthesized cultures on a stage

Somebody in a moment of resolve,
composed enough to publicize "the Zeros in this stall,
was scoping every dog and pony previously scrawled,
with a festering hate for the gum drop edge, sucks tee,
punks not dead, but a transient teen unsung godsend, via 3 bar and a mugshot grin, cheese, sign of a runaway tone in the face of authority thumbing nose, cutting its teeth,
up in special order vinyl,
and birds that dip their in little metal porcupine quills,
2 dutch at a in the front,
low-key to the can for a and a fuck, Trixie,
fixing her lipstick up, when his mitts got bit by the bug,
snatchl, capital zed, e in vermillion red,
gimme an 0 and a slippery s, over a web of the bands,
that beat your heart out, never bleeped your favorite parts out from a learned curve, of bird bursting out of germs burns, urgently,
offered the circuits ofan earlier plot, Ill see you at the
When they ask how you, you, tell em you,
feeling like, something important died screaming, you, em you, feeling like, something even more important arrived breathing,
something you probably try feeding,
When as how you, living you, tell em you, living like,
something important hissing, you, tell em you,
living like, even more important arrived giving,
something you should try willing