Luyện nghe bài hát ZZZ Top

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Composed himself to artfully Zoso in his desk
They was probably thinking fuck you fuck you fuck you in they
With a hell bound arm and a wash
Homemade a thousand o'clock
And a pot leaf tattoo his friend did
Like a badge of mystique technically sucked
Taking the name of the father in
On the way to the blade in his locker, it's
A he lifted from a siblings Skippy jar
Who branched off into stars
And never knew his shit was
To with a higher purpose
And a prime to juvenile beserkers
Like kush Van an Arcade Drop Floor
Down to the valley time for Ahkmar, watch
Z(ed), slowly maneuver the O
S is the difficult to control
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Into the eye of you goes
That crushing percussion
Will pull the up right
Twelve or blaster
Blacken her technicolor
at a faster rate
The class was them develop backwards
It would appear you out all the answers

Somebody in a cultivated of distrust,
composed themselves enough to magic-marker on these chucks,
they was to do the buckle font from renegades of funk,
in a 3d of exploding 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 vellum to scissor kick, silent agreement at hand, king of the hill for a 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 themselves to publicize "the Zeros in this stall,
they was scoping dog and pony previously scrawled,
with a festering hate for the gum edge, disco sucks tee,
punks not dead, but a transient teen unsung godsend, via 3 bar chords and a mugshot grin, cheese, sign of a runaway tone in the face of authority nose, cutting its teeth,
pretzled up in order vinyl,
and birds dip their belts in little metal porcupine quills,
2 at a show 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, terrible e in red,
gimme an 0 and a slippery s, a web of the shittiest bands,
that beat heart out, never bleeped your favorite parts out from a learned curve, of bird fingers bursting out of germs burns, urgently,
offered through the circuits ofan plot, Ill see you at the
they ask how you, feeling you, tell em you,
feeling like, something important died screaming, you, tell em you, feeling like, something even important arrived breathing,
something you should try feeding,
When they as how you, living you, em you, living like,
something important hissing, you, tell em you,
living like, something more important arrived giving,
something you should probably try