Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Glowing Screens, Part 2

There's 7 billion 46 million people on the
And of us have the audacity to think we matter
Hey, you hear the one about the comedian who
Someone stabbed him in the heart, just a little
But he keeled over 'cause he went into wearing chain mail made of jokes
Hey, you hear the one about the screenwriter who away?
He was giving elevator pitches and the got stuck halfway
He ended up eating smushed sandwiches pushed through a crack in the door
And repeating the same screenplay idea about talking dogs 'til his last day
Hey, you hear the one the fisherman who passed?
He jump off that ledge
He just out into the air and pulled the ground up towards him really fast
Like he was pitching a line and went for concrete
The is a drum and he's hitting it on beat
The reason there's smog in Los Angeles is 'cause if we see the stars
If we could see the context of the universe in which we
And we see how small each one of us is
Against the vastness of we don't know
No one would audition for a McDonalds commercial again
And where would we be?
No frozen and no TV
And is that a world we want to in?
Either just microwaved popcorn
Or I hear the sound of a thousand people pulling their heads out of their asses in rapid
The are hunched over in Boston
They're starting app stores and screen companies in San Francisco
They're grinning in Los Angeles like they've got in the corners of their mouth
But don't paint me like the good guy 'cause time I write
I get to choose the angle that you me and select the nicest light
You wouldn't respect me if you heard the typewriter tap tap
Tapping through my mind at
The same stupid loop of old sitcom dialogue
And tattered memories of a girl I got to on in high school
Filed carefully on paper
My is a colored pencil
But my brain is an
I don't want a real girl, I to trace her from a catalogue
Truth be I'm unlikely to hold you down
Cause my soul is a crowded train
And people keep deciding to get on the next one that rolls town
I'm joining a movement in San Francisco
I'm frowning and hunched over in
I'm in Los Angeles like I've got fishhooks in the corners of my mouth
And I'm on weekends
Because there are 7 47 million people on the planet
And I the audacity to think I matter
I know it's a lie but I prefer it to the
Because I've got a tourniquet at my elbow / I've got
A blunt wrap filled with compliments and I'm it
You say to go to sleep but I been bouncing off my bedroom walls 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
That's the and nails
We live in a house of each other
And if that sounds strange because it is
Someone please freeze time so I can run around turning pockets inside out
And remember, you didn't see