Luyện nghe bài hát BAD BLOOD

What is left to forget here that exceed repression?
What's the use of acquiring things when only give birth to obsession?

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

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

me up the creek
Dogs up my barked leg
I can deal with the feel - it's the look of the I don't like

me up the creek
Take me up the

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

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