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 drug bust

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

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

Can I lie with you in your
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 love in fluorescent swirl
Eat us up, break it 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 through museums that display what done
be shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin
Where we'll reluctantly let in

So can I lie in your 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 down to the cell
In a with a view and a window to hell

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

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 grave?
So can I lie in grave?