Luyện nghe bài hát Bruises Are Back In Style

God bless America, land I love
Stand beside her, and guide her, the night with the light up above
From the mountain, to the prairie, through the white with foam
God bless America, my sweet home!
Write name, and spell it well
All good children go to hell
See you saw, see all you can see,
As you get fucked by own liberty now
If love is a taxi, the devil would
If hatred is English, then I'm Jive
If this is a fuck, then I run for a
When I say baby, are back in style.
God America! God hates America!
Know name when you're in a rage,
Piss and shit lines an empty
The people look, they all and stare
At the little girl the long greasy hair now.
If love is a taxi, the devil drive
If hatred is English, then I'm speaking
If this is a fuck, then I run for a
When I say baby, are back in style.
God bless America! God America!
your name, and spell it well
Sign in blood, you might as
See you saw, see all you can see
As you get fucked by own liberty now
If love is a taxi, the devil drive
If is English, then I'm speaking Jive
If is a fuck, then I run for a mile
When I scream baby, bruises are in style.