Luyện nghe bài hát Albert Camus

Running
This run-down, one-horse
One of these
They're crucify me
How weary, stale, and unprofitable
It is to be young, dumb, and lots of money
We will sit upon this grassy
hands and stroking handguns
With souls
And even my own will tell you
I am an asshole, but it all
There is an heart of gold

So who be saved,
From the least to the greatest
even Honest Abe
Sold milk to schoolchildren

The blood drive came to Glen High
In a bus with red letters on the side
And a shiny needle
brought to suck me dry
Like mosquitoes in the sky
Now you're time for stealing candy
From a
Because all the kids in Ridgewood have got cell phones these
And if you wear a
They can still your license plate
And a line
Is a thing to waste
the more we think
The it all makes sense
Tonight we will
To our general
of God
We think of ourselves at all
So, Death, be not
we don't give a fuck about nothing
And we only what we are not allowed