Luyện nghe bài hát Blood-Slicked Highway

Who's cooking at the tonight?
Is it the black, yellow, the red or the
The majority's meat is the minority's
So you keep your head and run with the boys on
A phalanx of phallic power and
are berries for the bullies and the thoroughbred turkeys
Who mourn your loss as they rule in your name
You know it mocks sense but you shut face

I spy love but it's highly
I hear lies and inescapable
Fire, fire, and trouble
The is down now watch that rubble burn
Watch rubble burn

There's a blood red to every lie
A in every alleyway!
I'm an uneasy rider on this highway
There one way to cook a goose
There one way to tie a noose!

I spy but it's highly debatable
I hear and they're inescapable
Fire, fire, toil and
The wall is down now that rubble burn
Watch that burn

Who's cooking at the tonight?
Is it the black, the yellow, the red or the
a blood-red lining to every lie
A calamity in every
I'm an uneasy rider on a highway
a highway
on blood-slicked highway
on blood-slicked highway