Luyện nghe bài hát Airplane Mode

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

Proposition hatred, in riverbeds
Billion dollars spilled to fill with cigarettes
Philosophers plot to nations out of shock and awe
Generation of ideas, who won't talk at all

Profits
on walls
Years spent on prison
to die, living hell
His twelve peers didn't exercise their privilege

Babies raised through the
Bullets at the border, war games take a
Coordinate who can like a paper bag
Minutes on an internet porn page, make her gag

What's the damage for the tagged by the amateur?
Water erase the trace of the canisters
Water path took the stairways the banister
Washed over premises, up percentages
Lost under sludge, of revised sentences
Defense budgets padded by sandbags and

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

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

To do list, away mail, go buy envelopes
Who's 'Coulda-been-Rhodes-Scholar-centerfold?
Every a resource, to be sure it's integral
The rebirth from to minerals

The ward's filthy, search for light in town
Nobody else home, can't carry same load
But I feel like the flight went down
And my wasn't on airplane mode

Soy-based newsprint, black food stamps
in the Pete moss, suffocated beat box
B-boys in detox, cardboard
Lockheed lobbyists' floor debating 'Star

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

Ancient carcasses in the sphagnum lost and
Empty from a magnum tossed into
Agricultural lime and seaweed meal
Bio-remediate man-made

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

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

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

Oil drum to steel pan, prisoner to
Rose from the
Reverse the flows of the schemes
Crip-walk to a conscious beat, is a compost heap

Gangsters to gardeners, rivals into
Fanatics to reformers, felons into
Inmates to fathers of city scholars
Pop-tarts to salad, teens into

Lawns into restaurants, centerfold to artists
Police to catharsis
Street sergeants into peace
Thousand bill to green for all markets

Back-lots to blacktops and cash crops for have
Metal into scrap shops, for the cast-offs
into earth-ships for urban astronauts
Reservation into reservoir of

We used to know, use the
landfill to future home
Pacifist guerrillas to bazooka
Black to attics, C-130's to super-dome
on computer phones
So the not

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

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