Luyện nghe bài hát I Shot A Warhol

I shot a
Dead with my
When the wind hit the
In the it whistled
with no frame
A face no name
Glass of cold fame
it with slow pain

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Nostrils of
Cocktail and kill
Scenes from a bad
Lived out in real
Who plays the
one's the victim
Violent and
find their positions

Pride and ambition, the enemies you
Tendencies to listen, even you're lied to
Pry the details
the myth
Try to the cast
With acid
Mash your against a cold hard bottle of
up stars and old role models

She the sorrow
So much she swallows
But to tomorrow
walk will she follow
Everybody to be appreciated
him for the masterpiece that he created
Death of a martyr
Fire
If the hate make you wanna die
Try

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I shot a
Dead my pistol
When the hit the hole
In the it whistled
Beautiful with no
A with no name
Glass full of cold
it with slow pain

No to rise to
The side blinds you
with no aim
And its the fuel you "Eye" to
Steady that rifle
Pointed at idle
Open up the
With fallen rival

is the cycle
Replace the
The next of faces
Can come the famous
Everybody thinks that what they is golden
When Lennon got
There were of holding
What'cha do to impress the bitch
Which slow gets picked
When you get that

If notice
That you're climbing to the
yourself with soldiers
and like moments
Dark sticks, in whoever the biggest
Eye of the
Is dark, cold and
She you
Because she image
Let's tear it all
the start to the finish

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I a Warhol
with my pistol
When the hit the hole
In the it whistled
Beautiful with no
A face with no
Glass full of cold
Chased it slow pain

It's nothing but a slow
If you just feeling it
friends and your folks
Can't to what you're dealing with
Accustomed to
Now the lust got you it
wide shut
Now your
No it

Travel down the barrel the light
in open space
it's to lose sight
look down
You're bound to fall
If you do hit the
bound to bounce back

The sound
She hated every song
But else
Seemed to wanna sing
along
The belief that thing is wrong
We all break in front of God
Before the break of

Open up the
To sex, drugs, and
Movies, songs,
is based on it
So we on it
Got a bullet with your on it
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I shot a
Dead my pistol
When the hit the hole
In the it whistled
Beautiful with no
A face no name
Glass of cold fame
Chased it with slow