Luyện nghe bài hát CITY DWELLER

Dictum: vestige of the

It's a good life to a tyrant

Christian gang sweet

Keep head down for the moment

(That now is now in bucket
It's a life, Europe)

Avoid the dismantled old heads stuck in plant pots
All at them
Forgetting the endless drive nature
City

Must we base ourselves into organic mud?
You're well to it
Get out of my you mediocre pseuds
And take those bastards
Who put up the flag with you
They walk around leering at young girls in
Worse any yobs

(.....Catalonian)

January 20th
Euro-bore I media
Keep bidding

dweller

More you can ever know
Mr cab
do you want
Mr cab

dweller

This hillbilly cab
He has submerged himself the pyche of the average
Cab
They love me, they off 10 to 15 pence
is wandering
Those casual days are and dull

Agricultural gangs chant for freedom

Get out of my
You pseud
And take those red bastards with you
dweller

They should there's nothing worse
Than a half-educated grim red
dweller
up
Cab driver, cab
Oh Mr cab

(He's up there now, listening to us, I he is)

Why do you leave a a poxy
Oh Mr cab

What do it?

Too to drink
Too many
Too sex
Too