Luyện nghe bài hát An Oxycontin® Tale

Here comes Peter Tale,
Hopped up on that trail.
You he is especially prone
To anything ends in "codone."

He life as a series of straws,
of weed, needles, and vials.
Sees as much white stuff as Claus;
In denial.

Life for him from bad to no good,
A blurred barrage of and stops,
robbing homes in the neighborhood
To run ins with in pawn shops.

comes Peter OxyContin Tale,
Hopped up on funny trail.
Pretty good at locks, he
Just has to his roxy.

Says, "Soon as I can these chills
And this fire in my eyes,
find out just how many pills
This small pile of can buy."

Got a new fake MRI,
Found a new pain clinic.
Scored himself month's supply;
Had a pill picnic.

There lies Peter Tale,
Stopped that funny trail.
Said he'd get pills or die trying --
Guess this time he lying.

Copyright Lex Zaleta