Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Glowing Screens, Part 2

There's 7 billion 46 million people on the
And most of us have the to think we matter
Hey, you hear the one about the who croaked?
Someone stabbed him in the heart, a little poke
But he keeled 'cause he went into battle wearing chain mail made of jokes
Hey, you hear the one about the screenwriter who away?
He was giving elevator pitches and the elevator got halfway
He ended up eating smushed sandwiches they pushed through a crack in the
And repeating the same crappy screenplay idea about talking dogs 'til his day
Hey, you hear the one about the who passed?
He didn't jump off that
He just stepped out the air and pulled the ground up towards him really fast
Like he was pitching a line and went fishing for
The earth is a drum and hitting it on beat
The reason there's smog in Los is 'cause if we could see the stars
If we could see the of the universe in which we exist
And we could see how each one of us is
the vastness of what we don't know
No one would ever for a McDonalds commercial again
And then would we be?
No dinners and no TV
And is a world we want to text in?
Either someone just popcorn
Or I hear the sound of a thousand people pulling their heads out of their asses in succession
The people are hunched in Boston
They're starting app stores and printing companies in San Francisco
They're in Los Angeles like they've got fishhooks in the corners of their mouth
But don't paint me like the good guy 'cause time I write
I get to choose the that you view me and select the nicest light
You respect me if you heard the typewriter chatter tap tap
through my mind at night
The same stupid tape of old sitcom dialogue
And tattered memories of a girl I got to grind on in school
Filed on rice paper
My is a colored pencil
But my brain is an
I don't want a real girl, I want to trace her from a
Truth be I'm unlikely to hold you down
Cause my is a crowded subway train
And keep deciding to get on the next one that rolls through town
I'm joining a false movement in San
I'm frowning and hunched in Boston
I'm smiling in Los Angeles I've got fishhooks in the corners of my mouth
And I'm celebrating on
Because there are 7 billion 47 million people on the
And I have the audacity to think I
I know it's a lie but I prefer it to the
Because I've got a tourniquet tied at my / I've got
A blunt wrap filled with and I'm burnin it
You say to go to sleep but I been bouncing off my bedroom walls since I was small
We're every age at once and tucked inside like Russian nesting dolls
My mother is an 8 year old
My grandson is a 74 year old retiree whose kidneys just
And that's the glue me and you
That's the and nails
We live in a house made of each
And if that strange that's because it is
Someone please freeze time so I can run around everyone's pockets inside out
And remember, you didn't see