Luyện nghe bài hát A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch

In lonely gas stations mini-marts
You'll rows of them for sale
Liquor-filled statues of Elvis
Screw his head off and drink a vampire

His flock to such a fitting shrine
Sprawled from his ghastly mansion
A shopping mall filled prayer rugs and Elvis dolls

And I wonder, yeah I
Will ever Elvis take the place of Jesus in a thousand
Religious wars, laws
Bloodshed worldwide over, what's left of his

A boy needs his lunch
A boy needs his lunch

When get banned we're safe up north
We just sell to those other countries
Soon there's lots of exotic babies
Somehow not our fault

Just dip 'em in glaze, paint 'em orange and
For the Arizona roadside
To alongside plastic burros and bird baths

And I wonder, yeah I
Why so insects around us feed off the dead
The squads, starvation
Foreign aid, just leave it to the magic of the

A growing boy his lunch
A growing boy his lunch

Everyone just love each other
Dip toe into the fire
Drop guns and lawsuits and love each other
Life begins the bunker

And while you're busy hugging in the
your hatred for all to feel
Jiminy Cricket's found a game to
your neck out and trust, it'll be chopped away

Jimmy through your locked doors
Rifle through your drawers
Line my pockets, your dreams
the cows come home to me, to me, all for me

Nibbling like an earwig winding through your
Bound like Lawrence spreadeagle to a bed
The migraine gets when we find out we lay eggs
And no one in all of can hear you scream, scream

A growing boy needs his
A boy needs his lunch
A growing boy needs his

on
in
Cop out
Drop kick, turn in, out