Luyện nghe bài hát Advertising On Police Cars

Hey Mr. Chips, the wife?
And are the kids poison? Do you still eat them?
Been under the gun, the guns
Say this world get so fucking fun all of a sudden?

Here's a quarter for the
Why don't you someone and find out?
How it is we can all belong to something
No one any part of?

One day you'll up
And be advertising on police cars
And death will sell you out
As someone smart, smart

Baby, get out out of bed
lay back down your pretty head
And advertising on police cars

Hey Mr. Chips, had me a
Like a sky dropped to the ocean
A bitter pill, is it still to lay undone your guts for show?
To reconstruct some of your bones? To it up?
When it to you will you wake up?

They're advertising on cars
Your death will sell you out as smart
smart

Baby, get out of bed
Just lay back down pretty head
They're on police cars