Luyện nghe bài hát Ahhhhh...Men

Staring out the window of our bus
And just the horny driver and us
Sit and trade wit and smoke and we
'bout our friendly border drug bust

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

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

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

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

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

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

So can I lie in your grave at the at the end of the world?
Where I will sit my love 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
We'll let them in
So can I lie in your

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