Luyện nghe bài hát ZZZ Top

Somebody in a moment of distress
Composed to artfully carve Zoso in his desk
They was probably thinking fuck you you fuck you in they head
With a bound arm and a acidy wash
curfew a thousand o'clock
And a pot leaf his friend did drunk
Like a badge of mystique technically sucked
Taking the name of the in vain
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 alert to beserkers
Like kush Van Morrison an Arcade Floor
Down to the valley time for Ahkmar, watch
Capital Z(ed), maneuver the O
S is the difficult to control
O
Into the eye of Goliath you
levee crushing percussion
Will pull the monkey up
Twelve or blaster
Blacken her technicolor
at a faster rate
The was making them develop backwards
It would appear you out all the answers

in a cultivated moment of distrust,
composed themselves to magic-marker Zulu on these chucks,
they was tryin to do the buckle 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 queen of the damned, she in the doorway seething began that clean 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 enough to publicize "the in this stall,
they was scoping every dog and pony scrawled,
a festering hate 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,
pretzled up in special vinyl,
and birds that dip belts in little metal porcupine quills,
2 at a show in the front,
to the can for a smoke and a fuck, Trixie,
fixing her lipstick up, when his got bit by the mischief bug,
snatchl, zed, terrible e in vermillion red,
gimme an 0 and a slippery s, over a web of the 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 the circuits ofan earlier plot, Ill see you at the
they ask how you, feeling 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 they as how you, living you, em you, living like,
something important hissing, you, tell em you,
living like, something more important arrived giving,
you should probably try willing