Luyện nghe bài hát A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch

In lonely gas with mini-marts
You'll rows of them for sale
Liquor-filled of Elvis Presley
his head off and drink like a vampire

His disciples to such a fitting shrine
across from his ghastly mansion
A shopping mall with prayer rugs and Elvis dolls

And I wonder, I wonder
Will ever Elvis take the place of Jesus in a thousand
wars, barbaric laws
Bloodshed worldwide over, what's left of his

A growing boy his lunch
A boy needs his lunch

When pesticides get banned we're safe up
We just sell them to those other
Soon there's lots of deformed babies
Somehow that's not our

Just dip 'em in glaze, paint 'em and green
For the roadside stands
To alongside plastic burros and bird baths

And I wonder, yeah I
Why so insects around us feed off the dead
The death squads,
aid, just leave it to the magic of the marketplace

A growing boy his lunch
A growing boy needs his

Everyone should just love each
Dip your toe the fire
Drop guns and lawsuits and love each other
begins beyond the bunker

And you're busy hugging in the streets
your hatred for all to feel
Jiminy Cricket's a game to play
Stick neck out and trust, it'll be chopped away

Jimmy through your locked front
Rifle through your sacred
Line my pockets, your dreams
'Til the cows home to me, to me, all for me

Nibbling like an winding through your brain
Bound like Harvey spreadeagle to a bed
The migraine gets when we find out we lay eggs
And no one in all of can hear you scream, scream

A growing boy needs his
A growing boy needs his
A growing boy needs his

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