Luyện nghe bài hát Bastards Of Young

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God, what a mess, on the of success
Where you take one step and miss the whole rung
unfulfilled, graduate unskilled
It beats 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 daughters and the

Clean baby womb, trash that baby boom
Elvis in the ground, there'll ain't no beer
Income tax deduction, what a of a function
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be

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

Unwillingness to claim us, ya got no word to us

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

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

Young...take it, yours...