Luyện nghe bài hát Bastards Of Young

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

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

Clean your womb, trash that baby boom
Elvis in the ground, there'll ain't no tonight
tax deduction, what 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, of young
The daughters and the

Unwillingness to claim us, ya got no to name us

The ones who love us best are the ones lay to rest
And visit their on holidays at best
The who love us least 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, of young
We are the sons of no one, of young
The daughters and the

Young...take it, yours...