Luyện nghe bài hát Ahhhhh...Men

Staring out the of our tour bus
And it's the horny driver and us
Sit and wit and smoke and we cuss
Talking 'bout our friendly border bust

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

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

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

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

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

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

So can I lie in grave at 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 and a window to hell

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

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