Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Glowing Screens, Part 2

There's 7 46 million people on the planet
And most of us have the to think we matter
Hey, you the one about the comedian who croaked?
Someone stabbed him in the heart, a little poke
But he over '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 and the elevator got stuck halfway
He ended up eating sandwiches they pushed through a crack in the door
And repeating the same crappy screenplay idea about dogs 'til his last day
Hey, you hear the one the fisherman who passed?
He didn't jump off ledge
He stepped out into the air and pulled the ground up towards him really fast
he was pitching a line and went fishing 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 then would we be?
No frozen and no TV
And is that a world we to text in?
someone just microwaved popcorn
Or I hear the sound of a thousand pulling their heads out of their asses in rapid succession
The people are hunched in Boston
They're starting app stores and screen printing in San Francisco
They're grinning in Los Angeles like they've got fishhooks in the corners of mouth
But don't paint me 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 respect me if you heard the chatter tap tap
Tapping through my mind at
The same stupid tape of old sitcom dialogue
And tattered memories of a I got to grind 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
be told I'm unlikely to hold you down
Cause my soul is a crowded subway
And people keep to get on the next one that rolls through town
I'm joining a false 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 celebrating on
there are 7 billion 47 million people on the planet
And I have the audacity to I matter
I know a lie but I prefer it to the alternative
Because I've got a tourniquet tied at my / 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 age at once and tucked inside ourselves like Russian nesting dolls
My is an 8 year old girl
My is a 74 year old retiree whose kidneys just failed
And that's the glue me and you
the screws and nails
We live in a made of each other
And if that sounds 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