Luyện nghe bài hát Bloodhounds on My Trail

Standing on the front porch, looking left and right.
The bloodhounds out to get me, I feel the bite.
The rules of the state, to hate those who hate.
in wet coffins, frozen warnings melt away.

But you say no to me, just quit no to me.
Just stop no to me, 500 times a day see, oh
ohh

one two three!

The on the highway, are the prophets of today.
The roadkill in poems through ads and through campaigns.
The warden has his rifle, and the like an owl.
I'm hiding in the tall grass God and Vernon Howell.

But you say no to me, yes, you say no to me.
Just saying no to me, 500 times a day see, oh
ohhh