Luyện nghe bài hát ZZZ Top

Somebody in a cultivated of distress
Composed himself to artfully carve in his desk
They was probably thinking fuck you you fuck you in they head
a hell bound arm and a acidy wash
Homemade curfew a thousand
And a pot leaf his friend did drunk
a badge of mystique that technically sucked
Taking the name of the in vain
On the way to the blade in his locker, strange
A he lifted from a siblings Skippy jar
Who off into ninja stars
And never knew his shit was
To here a higher purpose
And a prime to juvenile beserkers
Like kush Van an Arcade Drop Floor
to the valley time for miss Ahkmar, watch
Capital Z(ed), slowly the O
S is the most to control
O
Into the eye of Goliath you
That crushing percussion
Will pull the up right
Twelve or ghetto
her technicolor telecaster
Lecture at a rate
The class was making them develop
It would appear you out all the answers

Somebody in a cultivated of distrust,
composed enough 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, 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 to publicize "the Zeros in this stall,
they was scoping every dog and 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 grin, cheese, sign of a runaway tone in the face of authority thumbing nose, cutting its teeth,
pretzled up in special 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 up, when his mitts got bit by the mischief bug,
snatchl, capital zed, terrible e in 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 from a learned curve, of bird fingers out of germs burns, urgently,
offered 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, like, something even more important arrived breathing,
you should probably try feeding,
When they as how you, living you, tell em you, like,
something died hissing, you, tell em you,
living like, something more important arrived giving,
something you should try willing