Luyện nghe bài hát Albert Camus

Running
This run-down, one-horse
One of days
gonna crucify me
How weary, stale, flat and
It is to be young, dumb, and have of money
We will sit this grassy knoll
Holding hands and stroking
With souls
And my own mother will tell you
I am an asshole, but it all
There is an apathetic heart of

So who be saved,
From the least to the greatest
Because Honest Abe
Sold poison to schoolchildren

The blood drive came to Glen Rock
In a bus with red letters on the side
And a long shiny
brought to suck me dry
Like mosquitoes in the sky
Now you're doing time for stealing
From a
Because all the kids in have got cell phones these days
And if you a mask
They can still read your plate
And a line
Is a terrible thing to
the more we think
The less it all 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