Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Glowing Screens, Part 2

There's 7 billion 46 million on the planet
And most of us have the to think we matter
Hey, you hear the one about the comedian who
Someone stabbed him in the heart, just a poke
But he keeled over 'cause he went into battle wearing chain made of jokes
Hey, you hear the one the screenwriter who passed away?
He was giving elevator pitches and the got stuck halfway
He ended up eating smushed sandwiches they pushed through a crack in the
And repeating the crappy screenplay idea about talking dogs 'til his last day
Hey, you hear the one about the fisherman who
He jump off that ledge
He just stepped out into the air and pulled the ground up towards him really
he was pitching a line and went fishing for concrete
The earth is a and he's hitting it on beat
The reason there's in Los Angeles is 'cause if we could see the stars
If we could see the context of the universe in we exist
And we see how small each one of us is
Against the of what we don't know
No one would audition for a McDonalds commercial again
And then would we be?
No frozen and no TV
And is that a world we to text in?
Either just microwaved popcorn
Or I the sound of a thousand people pulling their heads out of their asses in rapid succession
The are hunched over in Boston
They're app stores and screen printing companies in San Francisco
They're grinning in Los Angeles like they've got in the corners of their mouth
But paint me like the good guy 'cause every time I write
I get to the angle that you view me and select the nicest light
You wouldn't me if you heard the typewriter chatter tap tap
Tapping through my at night
The same stupid tape loop of old sitcom
And tattered of a girl I got to grind on in high school
carefully 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 a catalogue
Truth be told I'm unlikely to you down
Cause my is a crowded subway train
And people keep to get on the next one that rolls through town
I'm a false movement in San Francisco
I'm frowning and over in Boston
I'm smiling in Los Angeles like got fishhooks in the corners of my mouth
And I'm on weekends
Because there are 7 billion 47 million people on the
And I the audacity to think I matter
I know it's a lie but I it to the alternative
Because I've got a tourniquet tied at my elbow / got
A blunt wrap filled with and I'm burnin it
You say to go to sleep but I been bouncing off my bedroom since I was hecka small
We're every age at once and tucked inside ourselves like Russian dolls
My is an 8 year old girl
My grandson is a 74 year old whose kidneys just failed
And that's the glue me and you
That's the and nails
We live in a made of each other
And if that sounds strange that's it is
Someone please freeze time so I can run around turning everyone's inside out
And remember, you didn't see