Luyện nghe bài hát Pacemaker

Juveniles, hide your mags
The girl's got at her yard
So packing up her bags full of rags
Her man got down Po Na Na
While the still in the kitchen
a 20-deck fags

Body come back on planes from war torn Iraq
the stark naked truth, a dark aftermath
Baby T, the juice and the dog just
Remember man the bully always had the last

It was a blast night down the old 12 Bar
White socks, shoes with the ballads in the car
With a lump in a throat she won't
Twos on a cigarette it's all blah

Bloody obli obla dah down liquor
Life goes on for all the day
Starts off small but gonna get bigger
By the end of this letter it may all be

Well, she's always asking with the who, and how
The say, 'Ooh, la, la'
Well, if I had chance I'd do it differently now
And the say, 'Ooh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la'

From Square where the crack pipe reeking
To in your dark damp flat, the ceiling's
You fell in love you first started chatting
But got so bored 'cause she never speaking

this son on the bad behavior
He's keeping all the freebies, the papers
You hate us, shake down
Oh, you'll never get nowhere, 'cause I'm the

please me, oh, she's easy on the eye
Some say that today the good young die
Ipee-oh-kai-yay, been right good day
I wanna ask but I don't mean to pry

How did you get to you're going
To before you slowly moseying through this bar?
You started your race, Johny wants his money back
Give up the man a fruit and nut bar

Oh, I see the GP, coughing up lungs
And the doc says, 'Stop or you're die young'
I haven't even to do what I done
You young listen, you just carry on

Well, we heard this before when song got sung
Get a grip son, why? 'Cause you're drunken
We're not captains skivvy sunken
drum, drum, live fast die young

Mr. stumbling, the road rocky
And on the private property
Remember then it was the ranter banter
Young sons their young Pa's get cancer

Vagabond Sandy crying out for he her
Missed her so much that he drank the brewery
So Sam this is a song about you
We all out and we got pissed-ola

I don't wanna fight, he's a right big
But the say, 'Go on my son, my son'
Well, it's all a bit of fun 'til someone gets
But the fellas say, 'Go on my son, my

Well, I'm more likely to up and run
But the fellas say, 'Go on my son, my
Ah fuck it, well, he's a big cunt
But I'll knock him one, that, run, run