Luyện nghe bài hát BAD BLOOD

What is left to here that doesn't exceed repression?
What's the use of acquiring things they only give birth to obsession?

This is the plan after last plan after plan
Heavy of the Fall of Man
I'm the self-effacing cannibal run out of
My stomach's and my sleep is dead

I can't shut up anymore
My teeth are down to the gums
And I'm afraid yours truly's incompatible me
BAD BLOOD MY THUMBS

Take me up the
chatter up my barked leg
I can deal with the feel - it's the look of the abrasions I like

me up the creek
Take me up the

This hike is going up nor down
Paradimbo's bigger everything
I can hear the pro decoies siren on merit ramps
Will make me cover sorted seconds their censor stamps
There's a green horned ungulate out for my
More than to kill to reach his goal

All Snuff Pop Inc. music and lyrics by Ant Mozart Khadaffi