Luyện nghe bài hát Blackout

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

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

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

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

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

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

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