Luyện nghe bài hát ZZZ Top

Somebody in a cultivated of distress
himself to artfully carve Zoso in his desk
They was probably thinking you fuck you fuck you in they head
With a hell arm and a acidy wash
Homemade a thousand 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 ninja stars
And never his shit was sharp
To here with a purpose
And a prime alert to beserkers
kush Van Morrison an Arcade Drop Floor
Down to the valley time for Ahkmar, watch
Capital Z(ed), slowly the O
S is the difficult to control
O
Into the eye of you goes
levee crushing percussion
Will pull the up right
Twelve or blaster
Blacken her technicolor
Lecture at a faster
The was making them develop backwards
It appear you spelled 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 from renegades of funk,
in a 3d frame of exploding brick, and whiz-lines for the locally sick,
beyond gross but evoked a 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 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,
themselves enough to publicize "the Zeros in this stall,
they was scoping dog and pony previously scrawled,
with a 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 face of authority nose, cutting its teeth,
pretzled up in order vinyl,
and that dip their belts 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 up, when his mitts got bit by the mischief bug,
snatchl, capital zed, e in vermillion red,
an 0 and a slippery s, over a web of the shittiest bands,
that beat your heart out, never bleeped your favorite parts out a learned curve, of bird fingers bursting out of germs burns, urgently,
through the circuits ofan earlier plot, Ill see you at the
When ask how you, feeling you, tell em you,
feeling like, something important died screaming, you, tell em you, feeling like, something even more important breathing,
something you probably try feeding,
they as how you, living you, tell em you, living like,
something important died hissing, you, em you,
living like, something more important arrived giving,
you should probably try willing