Luyện nghe bài hát Bastards Of Young

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

unfulfilled
Graduate
It beats 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

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

tax deduction
What a of a function
It beats pickin'
And to be forgotten

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

To us
Ya got no
To us

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

The ones who us least
Are the we'll die to please
If it's any
I don't to understand them

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

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