Luyện nghe bài hát I Shot A Warhol

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

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of cocaine
Cocktail and time
from a bad film
Lived out in real
Who plays the
one's the victim
Violent and
They find positions

Pride and ambition, the inside you
to listen, even when you're lied to
Pry the details
the myth
Try to the cast
With trips
Mash your against a cold hard bottle of
Washed up stars and old models

She loves the
So much she swallows
But talk to
walk will she follow
Everybody to be appreciated
Execute him for the that he created
Death of a sales
Fire
If the hate doesn't make you die
Try

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

No game to to
The coke side you
Hope no aim
And its the that you "Eye" to
Steady with that
at your idle
Open up the
With each rival

is the cycle
Replace the
The batch of faces
Can come the famous
Everybody thinks that what they make is
When Lennon got
There thoughts of holding
gonna do to impress the bitch
Which slow blow picked
you get that itch

If they
That you're to the focus
yourself with soldiers
and minded moments
Dark sticks, in heart's the biggest
Eye of the
Is dark, cold and
She you
Because she image
Let's tear it all
From the start to the

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

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

Travel the barrel towards the light
Once in open
it's easy to sight
Don't look
bound to fall flat
If you do hit the
You're bound to bounce

The track
She every single song
But everybody
to wanna sing along
Bring
The belief every thing is wrong
We all down in front of God
Before the of dawn

Open up the
To sex, drugs, and
Movies, songs,
Everything is on it
So we on it
Got a bullet with face on it
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I shot a
with my pistol
When the wind hit the
In the it whistled
Beautiful no frame
A face no name
Glass full of cold
Chased it slow pain