Luyện nghe bài hát Retreat Hell, Pt. 2

Tonight I'm covering the
in posters that "Fuck You"
Fuck your Politics,Opinions and
You try to fix my
You have a fucking clue
The can go sit on this finger
The can go and sit on something even bigger
Too afraid of living, you have to
You got one at life
It's not to be strong

you grab your life by the neck
Don't grab the
Grab the whole deck
who said you have to play
your parents, your teachers and how got there
do what it please, you don't to play
like your brother, just watch his
and be there for each
I care what you are
what you're in
If being an asshole
get the outta my way
There's too isms
I care for either one
Why not try to be and
Have some fun

I don't care your God, your gods or your goddess
but i that you believe
Now I'm to be honest
your views on immigration
and your generation
We're all immigrants of superhuman fusion
Now when i say "Super" I mean super
Keep your to your heart open
But your guns cocked

always busy bitching and complaining
and you say so are you
Yeah but it's true i can't it
I complain fucking idiots like you

I blame the suits though
they are for the party
it could be better
but the just got started
I celebrate
the are few
I don't care what they
they can't tell me to do
I don't know where we're
but we're there fast
So I'm at the party
as as it last
I say this world up the ass
If we're going to
We're flying class
There is love but i you can see it
Technically chemicals
But i doubt you can it