Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

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

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

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

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

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

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