Luyện nghe bài hát Albert Camus

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

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

The blood drive came to Rock High
In a white bus with red on the side
And a long shiny
They brought to me dry
missionary mosquitoes in the sky
Now you're time for stealing candy
From a
Because all the kids in Ridgewood have got phones these days
And if you a mask
can still read your license plate
And a wireless
Is a terrible to waste
Because the we think
The it all makes sense
Tonight we drink
To our general
of God
We nothing of ourselves at all
So, Death, be not
we don't give a fuck about nothing
And we only want we are not allowed