Luyện nghe bài hát Bastards Of Young

God, a mess
On the of success
you take one step
And miss the whole rung

Dreams
Graduate
It pickin' cotton
And to be forgotten

We are the of no one
Bastards of
We are the of no one
of young
The and the sons

Clean your womb
Trash that baby
in the ground
There ain't no beer

tax deduction
What a hell of a
It beats pickin'
And waitin' to be

We are the of no one
of young
We are the of no one
Bastards of
The and the sons

To us
Ya got no
To us

The who love us best
Are the ones we'll lay to
And their graves
On at best

The who love us least
Are the ones we'll die to
If it's any
I begin to understand them

We are the of no one
Bastards of
We are the of no one
Bastards of
The and the sons
Young, young,
Take it, yours
Take it, it's
it, it's yours

Take it, yours
it, it's yours
Take it, it's