Luyện nghe bài hát A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch

In lonely gas stations mini-marts
You'll find rows of for sale
statues of Elvis Presley
Screw his head off and like a vampire

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

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

A growing boy his lunch
A growing boy his lunch

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

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

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

A growing boy his lunch
A growing boy his lunch

Everyone should love each other
Dip your toe the fire
Drop your guns and and love each other
Life begins the bunker

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

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

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

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