Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Glowing Screens, Part 2

There's 7 billion 46 people on the planet
And most of us the audacity to think we matter
Hey, you the one about the comedian who croaked?
stabbed him in the heart, just a little poke
But he keeled over 'cause he went battle wearing chain mail made of jokes
Hey, you the one about the screenwriter who passed away?
He was giving elevator pitches and the elevator got stuck
He ended up eating smushed sandwiches pushed through a crack in the door
And the same crappy screenplay idea about talking dogs 'til his last day
Hey, you hear the one about the fisherman who
He didn't off that ledge
He just stepped out the air and pulled the ground up towards him really fast
Like he was pitching a line and went fishing for
The earth is a and he's hitting it on beat
The reason there's smog in Los Angeles is 'cause if we could see the
If we could see the context of the universe in which we
And we could see how small one of us is
Against the of what we don't know
No one would ever audition for a McDonalds again
And then would we be?
No dinners and no TV
And is that a we want to text in?
Either just microwaved popcorn
Or I hear the of a thousand people pulling their heads out of their asses in rapid succession
The people are hunched over in
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 like the good guy 'cause every time I
I get to choose the angle you view me and select the nicest light
You wouldn't respect me if you heard the chatter tap tap
Tapping through my at night
The stupid tape loop of old sitcom dialogue
And tattered memories of a I got to grind on in high school
Filed carefully on rice
My heart is a colored
But my is an eraser
I don't want a real girl, I to trace her from a catalogue
Truth be told I'm unlikely to you down
Cause my is a crowded subway train
And people keep deciding to get on the next one rolls through town
I'm joining a false movement in San
I'm frowning and hunched over in
I'm smiling in Los Angeles like I've got fishhooks in the corners of my
And I'm on weekends
Because there are 7 billion 47 people on the planet
And I have the to think I matter
I know it's a lie but I 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 sleep but I bouncing off my bedroom walls since I was hecka small
We're every age at once and tucked ourselves like Russian nesting dolls
My mother is an 8 year old
My grandson is a 74 old retiree whose kidneys just failed
And that's the between me and you
That's the and nails
We in a house made of each other
And if that sounds strange that's it is
Someone please freeze time so I can run around everyone's pockets inside out
And remember, you didn't see