Luyện nghe bài hát Bastards Of Young

God, what a
On the ladder of
Where you take one
And miss the whole first

unfulfilled
Graduate
It beats cotton
And waitin' to be

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

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

Income tax
What a of a function
It beats cotton
And waitin' to be

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

To us
Ya got no
To us

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

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

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

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