Luyện nghe bài hát Twig

(beck speaking:)
[ya how it is
It's like, my gone, y'know...
I let my twig fly in the wind
You know it's the branch broken
It's like, I let my fly in the wind
I need a little kindling (laughter),
Sometimes I up a slight...combustion of fire
I let my burn in the wind
Ya know what I'm
It's like a twig...it's a stick
But more portable (more laughter)
It's my own portable twig, y'know what I'm sayin?
I let it fly in the
You know, I get lonely
And I let my fly in the wind...
Yeah... it's like that, (music begins...)

Some weepy creepy pillow boggy shit
big wheel can you feel it
Trippy face trippin' so damn hard
splits open stuffin' spills out into the car
Drink a cup of dirty and a load of bony frog
Slip me seven dollars and I'll it full of smog
Paint a monkey gold and let it loose
him with a smile and he come back with a frown

He's just a twig in the
in the wind (a bunch of times)
All

I'm happy feelin' in your nappy little car
Squozen duplicated drunk in a bar
Tape recorded all distorted genius
dipped in refried beans
Piggys pay full price (? ) to take them down to the
Dusty busty who pay at the pump
rotating dj sap
I'm shoulder high in crap and my water are flat

I'm just a in the wind...

Twig in the
in the wind
Wheeeeeeeee!

(really beck-stuff here)

"love me like a cab (? ).
Love me. I know you will. me....(laugh)
Let's chill. I know what you're of:
Ecstasy....next to me. the
Is bright....your are so tight. tantalize.
On my thighs. me.........like a god!!!!!!!!!!]