Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

All the bottles and the ashes the ground.
The sluts stagger out with their skirts up, right on time now.
I think it's to go home. Do you wanna go home? (whoa!)
The disco is swinging low.

I my lover on the radio. She sang me songs from a long time ago.

Blackout! Shout it out loud. The Devil's keeping time on the pad now.
the music on the radio that's taking me home.

When the get's to spinning I can barely hold on.
The liquid flows through my veins and I scream the wrong song.
I think I gotta go home. Do you wanna go (whoa!)
So, I'll to the beat, yeah I'll stomp to the beat of the...Oh.

Oh, it's the garbage on the radio. I should known.
I should fucking known.
Blackout! Shout it out loud. The Devil's keeping on the gas pedal now.
It's the garbage on the radio taking home.

These so called hit lists are nothing more that fat lullabies.
Man, I've had better on my tongue in the park on Friday nights.
If this is victory, I'd listen to defeat tonight.

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