Luyện nghe bài hát Midday Crisis

When I saw his face and I was a
It was the automatic
The and the Sega's
And the half a dead disciples

He to be the son of God
But many a fruitcake before him
Maybe he was

And meanwhile a black
Leaves the hallowed of justice
a hail of phlegm and fire
From the assembled vigil-aunties and

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Mid day

Ippa dippa dation no
Too many people at the

Me rest of life's patients
Who wake up every morning
Stretching, yawning,
Cut in slices, toasted
the mid day crisis comes around

And no, I don't want to see your
I lost my with my taste for sausages and

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Mid day