Luyện nghe bài hát Fred's Got Slacks

Destroy positions of power and what between you and the final stretch
Where you find out what in the end
Man on the corner preaching, the devil is coming!
And the earth will plummet to the again
I hope to death that no one and they don't find a way
To bullshit, cheat, lie, and
Then run away through the and the streets
The alleyway
got a feeling that 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 feelings in a fist
It's too much to resist when you're 16
Waiting for the weekend train to
Right outta
6 strings to the and I'm gone
on collision with the barrel of our social forms gun
When the shells hit the ground, it's time to go

Apathetic, pathetic
easy to see
The fires ignited and the flames have the best of me
up, fists high
For to see!
destructive, so disruptive
It's to me
hit the streets and show em what we mean
HEY!
We've got the heart and to mix in with the gasoline

Hopping the border of whats rude and whats insane
It's the same as
Everyday is the
Still haven't found the to the questions I've been asking
And nothing strikes resemblance to the memory I
Those days, didn't they seem so long
Free to go we wanted
to say no
End of the line and were really wasting
End of the like and theres no one behind us
Hit the cobblestone
precision in the distance
Who gives a if hes a metro-sexual?
I know you did, cause a hetero-molestico
Theres in the words that first seemed oh so comfortable
a new way can be devastating to some
Look on the bright side, not the one toting a gun
You wipe your ass everybody does
And ask for my
I've got none

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