Luyện nghe bài hát Assassination Of A Pop Star

Circling a face a favorite fanzine talking as I load the magazines.
.30-.30 is and ready blunted so you know the nervers are steady.
Got a backstage pass all access packin' a gat where strapped you can't guess.
Slippin' a mickey to the crew and security aiming the red dot at the nine spot.

I got you in my cross hairs, the ain't fair!
I you all warning notes, but to the press it was a joke.
The situation ain't fair, I got you in my hairs!
You all make me sick, hold while the gun goes click.

City to city I'm stalking you but you I'm following the group.
I'm a groupie you can trust as I mount C-4 under the bus.
Cianide in your fruit snuck the blow gun darts by the black suits.
Booby trapped the stage. The crowd will be when you go POP in a big ole blaze!

I got you in my cross hairs, the situation fair!
I sent you all notes, but to the press it was a joke.
The ain't fair, I got you in my cross hairs!
You all make me sick, hold still the gun goes click.

Oh shit, I've been shot, I'm to go into shock.
Yo, tell me I am supposed to do,
I sold my soul I thought I paid my dues.
Yo, listen, I want to die.
How much to this time?
Out the in my mouth, no I won't.
No.
No, Please Don't!!!!!!!

I got you in my hairs, the situation ain't fair!
I you all warning notes, but to the press it was a joke.
The ain't fair, I got you in my cross hairs!
You all make me sick, hold still the gun goes click.