Luyện nghe bài hát Albert Camus

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

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

The blood drive came to Glen High
In a white bus red letters on the side
And a long needle
brought to suck me dry
Like missionary in the sky
Now you're time for stealing candy
a babe
Because all the kids in Ridgewood have got cell these days
And if you a mask
They can still read your plate
And a wireless
Is a terrible to waste
the more we think
The it all makes sense
Tonight we will
To our indifference
of God
We think nothing of at all
So, Death, be not
Because we don't give a fuck nothing
And we only want we are not allowed