Luyện nghe bài hát Bastards Of Young

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

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

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

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

to claim us, ya got no word to name us

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

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

Young...take it, yours...