Luyện nghe bài hát Bastards Of Young

God, what a
On the of success
Where you take one
And miss the first rung

Dreams
Graduate
It pickin' cotton
And to be forgotten

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

Clean your baby
that baby boom
Elvis in the
ain't no beer tonight

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

We are the of no one
of young
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 their graves
On at best

The who love us least
Are the we'll die to please
If it's any
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, it's
it, it's yours
Take it, yours

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