Luyện nghe bài hát BAD BLOOD

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

This is the plan last plan after last plan
Heavy losses of the of Man
I'm the self-effacing run out of bread
My stomach's upset and my is dead

I can't shut up anymore
My teeth are ground to the gums
And I'm yours truly's incompatible with me
BAD UNDER MY THUMBS

Take me up the
chatter up my barked leg
I can deal the feel - it's the look of the abrasions I don't like

Take me up the
me up the creep

This hike is going neither up nor
Paradimbo's than everything
I can hear the pro siren call on merit ramps
Will make me cover sorted seconds their censor stamps
There's a green horned out for my soul
More than ready to to reach his goal

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