Luyện nghe bài hát ZZZ Top

Somebody in a moment of distress
Composed himself to artfully carve in his desk
They was probably thinking fuck you fuck you fuck you in head
With a hell bound arm and a acidy
curfew a thousand o'clock
And a pot tattoo his friend did drunk
Like a badge of mystique that technically
Taking the name of the in vain
On the way to the blade in his locker, it's
A switch he lifted from a siblings jar
Who branched off into stars
And knew his shit was sharp
To here with a higher
And a prime alert to beserkers
Like Van Morrison an Arcade Drop Floor
to the valley time for miss Ahkmar, watch
Capital Z(ed), slowly the O
S is the difficult to control
O
Into the eye of you goes
That levee percussion
Will the monkey up right
Twelve or ghetto
Blacken her telecaster
Lecture at a rate
The was making them develop backwards
It would appear you out all the answers

Somebody in a cultivated of distrust,
themselves enough to magic-marker Zulu on these chucks,
they was tryin to do the buckle font renegades of funk,
in a 3d frame of exploding brick, and whiz-lines for the locally sick,
beyond gross but evoked a host of oh dip where a social 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 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 cultivated of resolve,
composed themselves to publicize "the Zeros in this stall,
they was scoping every dog and pony scrawled,
with a festering for the gum drop 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 of authority thumbing nose, cutting its teeth,
up in special order vinyl,
and birds that dip their belts in little 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 got bit by the mischief bug,
snatchl, capital zed, e in vermillion red,
gimme an 0 and a slippery s, a web of the shittiest bands,
that beat your out, never bleeped your favorite parts out from a learned curve, of bird fingers bursting out of germs burns, urgently,
offered through the ofan earlier plot, Ill see you at the
When they ask how you, you, tell em you,
feeling like, something important died screaming, you, tell em you, feeling like, something even more arrived breathing,
something you probably try feeding,
When they as how you, living you, tell em you, like,
something died hissing, you, tell em you,
living like, something even more arrived giving,
something you should try willing