Luyện nghe bài hát A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch

In gas stations with mini-marts
You'll find rows of them for
Liquor-filled statues of Presley
Screw his head off and drink a vampire

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

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

A growing boy his lunch
A growing boy needs his

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

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

And I wonder, I wonder
Why so many insects around us feed off the
The squads, starvation
Foreign aid, just leave it to the of the marketplace

A growing boy needs his
A growing boy his lunch

Everyone just love each other
Dip toe into the fire
your guns and lawsuits and love each other
Life beyond the bunker

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

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

Nibbling an earwig winding through your brain
like Lawrence 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 his lunch
A growing boy needs his
A boy needs his lunch

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