Luyện nghe bài hát Fred's Got Slacks

Destroy positions of power and what stands between you and the stretch
Where you find out happens in the end
Man on the corner preaching, the devil is coming!
And the earth plummet to the ground again
I hope to death that no one knows and they don't a way
To bullshit, cheat, lie, and
Then run through the trenches and the streets
The famous
I've got a feeling today is not my day
The facts been stated, they're implausible
The cause of the
Too heavy for a freak me
me
Hit the brick running with the rhythm in feet
And all your in a fist
It's too to resist when you're only 16
Waiting for the weekend train to
outta here
6 strings to the wind and I'm
Head on collision with the barrel of our forms gun
When the shells hit the ground, it's time to go

Apathetic, pathetic
It's to see
The fires ignited and the flames gotten the best of me
Hands up, fists
For to see!
Were destructive, so
gotten to me
Lets hit the streets and show em we mean
HEY!
We've got the heart and mind to mix in with the

Hopping along the border of whats and whats insane
the same as everyday
Everyday is the
Still haven't found the answers to the questions been asking
And nothing strikes resemblance to the I remember
Those days, didn't they seem so long
Free to go we wanted
to say no
End of the line and were really time
End of the like and theres no one behind us
Hit the cobblestone
Theres in the distance
Who gives a if hes a metro-sexual?
I know you did, you're a hetero-molestico
Theres malice in the that first seemed oh so comfortable
Finding a new way can be devastating to
on the bright side, you're not the one toting a gun
You wipe your ass like does
And ask for my
Well I've got

up
Fists