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 to go home. Do you wanna go home? (whoa!)
The disco is swinging low.

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

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

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

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

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

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