Luyện nghe bài hát A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch

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

His flock to such a fitting shrine
Sprawled across his ghastly mansion
A mall filled with prayer rugs and Elvis dolls

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

A growing boy needs his
A boy needs his lunch

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

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

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

A boy needs his lunch
A growing boy his lunch

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

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

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

Nibbling like an earwig winding through brain
like Lawrence Harvey spreadeagle to a bed
The migraine gets worse when we out we lay eggs
And no one in all of Borneo can you scream, scream

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

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