Luyện nghe bài hát Airplane Mode

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

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

Profits
on walls
Years spent on cells
Next to die, living
His peers didn't exercise their privilege well

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

the damage for the neighbor tagged by the amateur?
Water blast erase the trace of the
Water path took the stairways the banister
over premises, turned up percentages
Lost under sludge, of revised sentences
Defense padded by sandbags and sandwiches

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

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

To do list, throw away mail, go buy
Who's 'Coulda-been-Rhodes-Scholar-centerfold?
Every day's a resource, to be it's integral
The rebirth from t-shirts to

The ward's filthy, search for another light in
Nobody else home, carry their same load
But I guilty like the flight went down
And my cellphone on airplane mode

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

Yeast and fungi, spring-tails ants and
yellow-cake, organics decompose
Bokashi, EM-inoculated, bran
Toxic compounds broken down under coffee

Ancient carcasses in the lost and found
cartridges from a magnum tossed into
Agricultural lime rock-flour and meal
man-made molecules

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

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

Ashes to eggshells, wood-chips to
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 conscious beat, is a compost heap

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

Lawns into restaurants, centerfold models to
abuse to catharsis
Street sergeants into departments
Thousand dollar to green for all markets

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

We used to know, use the
Animal landfill to future
Pacifist guerrillas to zones
Black hawks to attics, C-130's to
Newborns on computer
So the not

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

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