Luyện nghe bài hát Airplane Mode

Cowboys in a spaceship, the crowd noise is
Women take pics so can seem naked
Guys tell jokes so they can see 'em
Church ladies vote what they perceive

Proposition hatred, phosphorous in
Billion dollars to fill esophagus with cigarettes
Philosophers plot to maul out of shock and awe
Generation of ideas, children who won't at all

Profits
Chalk on
Years on prison cells
Next to die, living
His twelve peers didn't exercise their privilege

Babies raised the glass
Bullets at the border, war games a stab
Coordinate who can pass like a bag
on an internet porn page, fornicate make her gag

What's the for the neighbor tagged by the amateur?
Water blast the trace of the canisters
Water path took the stairways the banister
Washed over premises, up percentages
under sludge, lots of revised sentences
Defense padded by sandbags and sandwiches

Drag this baggage, hold damage
Cope the that we can manage
solutions, need new standards
Cry our from the ashes

Drag this baggage, this damage
the best that we can manage
Want solutions, new standards
Cry our beauty the ashes

To do list, throw mail, go buy envelopes
Who's this
Every a resource, to be sure it's integral
The from t-shirts to minerals

The ward's filthy, search for another in town
Nobody else home, can't their same load
But I feel guilty like the went down
And my cellphone wasn't on mode

Soy-based newsprint, black market food
Poison in the Pete moss, suffocated box
in detox, corrugated cardboard
Lockheed lobbyists' debating 'Star Wars'

and fungi, spring-tails ants and nematodes
Sawdust yellow-cake, decompose
Bokashi, EM-inoculated, bran
Toxic compounds broken down coffee ground

Ancient carcasses in the sphagnum and found
Empty from a magnum tossed into
Agricultural lime rock-flour and seaweed
man-made molecules

Drag this baggage, this damage
Cope the best we can manage
Want solutions, need new
Cry our beauty from the

Drag this baggage, this damage
Cope the best we can manage
solutions, need new standards
Cry our beauty the ashes

to eggshells, wood-chips to whiskers
Anything we can up, we can fix up
Sword to plowshare, soiled beneath the trash
Red into El-Hajj Malik Shabazz

Oil drum to steel pan, to Gramsci
from the concrete
Reverse the flows of the schemes
Crip-walk to a beat, hip-hop is a compost heap

to gardeners, rivals into partners
Fanatics to reformers, into farmers
to fathers of inner city scholars
Pop-tarts to salad, into college

Lawns into restaurants, centerfold to artists
Police abuse to
Street sergeants peace departments
dollar bill to green for all markets

Back-lots to blacktops and cash crops for nots
Metal scrap shops, jobs for the cast-offs
Cracks-pots into for urban astronauts
Reservation into of wisdom

We to know, use the whole
landfill to future home
Pacifist guerrillas to zones
Black hawks to attics, to super-dome
Newborns on computer
So the not

Drag this baggage, hold this
the best that we can manage
Want solutions, need new
Cry our from the ashes

Drag this baggage, this damage
Cope the best we can manage
solutions, need new standards
Cry our from the ashes