Luyện nghe bài hát Ahhhhh...Men

Staring out the of our tour bus
And it's just the driver and us
Sit and trade wit and smoke and we
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 blue and black eyes
Pissing down a from purple night skies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can I lie with you in your
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?