Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Glowing Screens, Part 2

There's 7 billion 46 people on the planet
And most of us have the audacity to think we
Hey, you hear the one about the who croaked?
Someone stabbed him in the heart, a little poke
But he keeled over 'cause he went into battle wearing chain made of jokes
Hey, you hear the one about the screenwriter who passed
He was giving elevator pitches and the got stuck halfway
He ended up eating smushed they pushed through a crack in the door
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 him really fast
Like he was pitching a and went fishing for concrete
The earth is a drum and hitting it on beat
The reason there's smog in Los Angeles is 'cause if we could see the
If we could see the of the universe in which we exist
And we see how small each one of us is
the vastness of what we don't know
No one would ever audition for a McDonalds again
And where 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 rapid
The people are hunched in Boston
They're starting app stores and screen printing companies in San
They're grinning in Los Angeles like they've got fishhooks in the of their mouth
But don't paint me like the good guy 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 my mind at night
The same stupid tape loop of old sitcom
And tattered memories of a girl I got to grind on in 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 from a
Truth be told I'm to hold you down
my soul 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 over in Boston
I'm smiling in Los Angeles like I've got in the corners of my mouth
And I'm on weekends
Because there are 7 47 million people on the planet
And I have the to think I matter
I know it's a lie but I prefer it to the
Because got a tourniquet tied at my elbow / I've got
A wrap filled with compliments and I'm burnin it
You say to go to but I been bouncing off my bedroom walls since I was hecka small
We're every age at once and tucked inside ourselves 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
the screws and nails
We live in a house made of each
And if sounds strange that's because it is
Someone please freeze time so I can run around turning everyone's inside out
And remember, you didn't see