Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

All the bottles and the blanket 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 ball is 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 on the brake 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 gotta go home. Do you wanna go (whoa!)
So, stomp to the beat, yeah I'll stomp to the beat of the...Oh.

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

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

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