Luyện nghe bài hát Accidentally 4th Street (Gloria)

Well, we're looking at the cover, spending all our
Just staring at the
Well, look who's on the cover all our time
Some psuedo-fascist hero
Well, that's no space for a being
man is not a hero or saint
When somewhere in deepest
Grown men at the sound of his name
So it goes...

All the girls named
sweetly out of key
The sun rose in the today
Accidents in the of the free

I grew up where they showed you the body count
In on the dinner TV
And I've numbed so insensitive
all I can think about is you and me
Children from the best homes they all have and butter
They have share of murder blue
Well not such a wiggy-awesome-good-time
a shopping mall milita point their cannons at you
So it goes....

Everyone believes in the stories the Cadillacs
got enough to eat
And people always their eyes glued to the ground
When a desperate man, gotta cling to the street
And I swear to myself I help them
I be an upstanding man
But when I by and I hear them cry
That money sticks to my hand
What's wrong me!