Luyện nghe bài hát ZZZ Top

Somebody in a cultivated moment of
himself to artfully carve Zoso in his desk
They was thinking fuck you fuck you fuck you in they head
With a hell bound arm and a acidy
curfew a thousand o'clock
And a pot leaf 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 Skippy jar
Who branched off into stars
And never knew his was sharp
To here a higher purpose
And a prime alert to beserkers
Like kush Van Morrison an Arcade 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
levee crushing percussion
Will pull the monkey up
Twelve or ghetto
Blacken her technicolor
at a faster rate
The class was making them backwards
It appear you spelled out all the answers

Somebody in a moment 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 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 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

in a cultivated moment of resolve,
composed themselves enough to publicize "the Zeros in stall,
they was 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 chords and a mugshot grin, cheese, sign of a runaway tone in the face of authority thumbing nose, its teeth,
pretzled up in special vinyl,
and birds that dip belts in little metal porcupine quills,
2 at a show in the front,
low-key to the can for a and a fuck, Trixie,
her lipstick up, when his mitts got bit by the mischief bug,
snatchl, capital zed, terrible e in 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 fingers bursting out of burns, urgently,
offered the circuits ofan earlier plot, Ill see you at the
When they ask how you, feeling you, em you,
feeling like, something died screaming, you, tell em you, feeling like, something even more important arrived breathing,
you should probably try feeding,
When they as how you, living you, em you, living like,
important died hissing, you, tell em you,
living like, even more important arrived giving,
you should probably try willing