Luyện nghe bài hát Ahhhhh...Men

Staring out the window of our bus
And it's just the driver and us
Sit and wit and smoke and we cuss
Talking 'bout our friendly border drug

And I know the future's and gray
Record mine, give up or go gay
You're looking down on me with blue and eyes
Pissing down a from purple night skies

And I know the concept's and trite
That all that is large and all is slight
Flowing in the stream of floodlights
Writing holy books, Lord knows we

But if is your will in my testament
I will bow to no belief that bent
Still I'm just a sperm begat from your
in the bread, the blood of your dove

Can I lie with you in grave?
Can I lie you in your grave?

a crack in the edge at the end of the world
Where I will sit with my in it's fluorescent swirl
Eat us up, break it to the tiniest cell
In a room with a view and a window to

Where those who buried bodies in barrels of fun
Will be marched through museums that display what done
be shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin
Where reluctantly let them in

So can I lie in grave at the edge at the end of the world?
I will sit with my love in it's fluorescent swirl
Eat us up, break it down to the tiniest
In a with a view and a window to hell

those who buried bodies in their barrels of fun
Will be through museums that display what they've done
They'll be up through the sky by a cannon of sin
We'll reluctantly let in
So can I lie in grave?

Can I lie with you in your
Can I lie you in your grave?
Can I lie you in your grave?
Can I lie you in your grave?
So can I lie in your