Luyện nghe bài hát Ahhhhh...Men

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

And I know the future's cloudy and
like mine, give up or go gay
You're looking down on me with and black eyes
Pissing down a storm 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 books, Lord knows we bite

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

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

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

Where who buried bodies in their barrels of fun
Will be marched through museums that 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 your grave at the edge at the end of the
Where I will sit with my love in it's fluorescent
Eat us up, break it to the tiniest cell
In a room with a and a window to hell

Where those who buried bodies in their of fun
Will be marched through museums display what they've done
They'll be shot up 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 with you in your
Can I lie you in your grave?
Can I lie with you in grave?
So can I lie in grave?