Luyện nghe bài hát Bastards Of Young

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God, what a mess, on the ladder of
you take one step and miss the whole first rung
Dreams unfulfilled, unskilled
It beats cotton and waitin' to be forgotten

We are the sons of no one, of young
We are the of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the

Clean your baby womb, trash baby boom
Elvis in the ground, there'll no beer tonight
Income tax deduction, a hell of a function
It pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten

We are the sons of no one, of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of
The and the sons

Unwillingness to claim us, ya got no word to us

The ones who us best are the ones we'll lay to rest
And visit their on holidays at best
The ones who love us are the ones we'll die to please
If it's any consolation, I don't begin to understand

We are the sons of no one, bastards of
We are the sons of no one, bastards of
The daughters and the

Young...take it, yours...