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
stabbed him in the heart, just a little poke
But he keeled over 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 the one about the fisherman who passed?
He didn't off that ledge
He just stepped out the air and pulled the ground up towards him really fast
he was pitching a line and went fishing for concrete
The earth is a drum and hitting it on beat
The there's smog in Los Angeles is 'cause if we could see the stars
If we could see the context of the universe in which we
And we could see how each one of us is
Against the vastness of what we know
No one would ever audition for a commercial again
And where would we be?
No frozen and no TV
And is that a we want to text in?
Either just microwaved popcorn
Or I hear the sound of a thousand people pulling their out of their asses in rapid succession
The people are over in Boston
starting app stores and screen printing companies in San Francisco
They're grinning in Los Angeles they've got fishhooks 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 view me and the nicest light
You wouldn't respect me if you heard the typewriter tap tap
Tapping my mind at night
The same stupid tape loop of old sitcom
And tattered memories of a I got to grind on in high school
Filed on rice paper
My heart is a colored
But my is an eraser
I don't a real girl, I want to trace her from a catalogue
Truth be told I'm unlikely to hold you
Cause my soul is a crowded subway
And people keep deciding to get on the next one that through town
I'm joining a false movement in San
I'm frowning and hunched in Boston
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 billion 47 million people on the
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 blunt wrap filled with compliments and I'm 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 like nesting dolls
My is an 8 year old girl
My grandson is a 74 year old retiree whose just failed
And that's the glue me and you
That's the screws and
We live in a house of each other
And if that sounds 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