Luyện nghe bài hát Buckeye

Turn on all the and punch them out
All burners going, pile it on fire
Metal in the nuclear box
Fist through a pane
And our broken coffee cups litter the floor

Smoke rolling the ceiling
down the bride's champagne
And swallow a few sleepy ones
Pass the bottle to none and swing from the
Speak in the of suffering as loud as it gets

Knuckled in everything spittle
And fling into a crying eye that runs away
A dead dog in the street nothing a slain king back
You'll never know the smell
Of leaving this world of own volition, so jacked up