Luyện nghe bài hát Crimes

And there's a on
the Junk island
send their garbage.
Is anybody

After work we'll
the diving in
and out of the towers of flame.

It twinkles a pile
of rotting left
to in the sun.
Is listening?

And we're just like those wrappers
up, torn up.
away.
And we're like yesterday's headlines:
drifting, floating, the blaze.

'If we rob the
liquor we could
be in Tijuana by the of dawn.
and if we rob the
Mayor's
we pawn his modern art and make a fortune.
and if we rob the widow,
we could steal her cards
and buy a by the Ocean
And we swim in to Junk Island
we'll burn up like the seagulls and the bottles.

scrapped Valentines.
We're rinds.
Crimes, Crimes, Crimes, Crimes, Crimes.

And the
in the
applecores.
Is anybody
They're breathing paint out of bags.
mumbled mouths say:
"Is listening?"

Oh-Ooh. Oh-Oooh.