Luyện nghe bài hát Bastards Of Young

God, what a
On the of success
Where you one step
And miss the whole rung

Dreams
unskilled
It beats cotton
And waitin' to be

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

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

tax deduction
What a hell of a
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 who love us best
Are the ones lay to rest
And visit graves
On holidays at

The ones who us least
Are the we'll die to please
If any consolation
I don't begin to them

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

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