Luyện nghe bài hát Bullets, Bombs & Bigotry

One for hatred two for
Three for the lowest high you sell
Gotta four for a try but don't the lie
for the piss and poke in your eye

Six for the silver you wrench
Seven for the gold that'll quench
and nine for the thirsty fly
And ten for the one who drinks I die

I receive and Ill believe
Come on in me
With all my greed give to in need
Come on with me

I will be true but shall
Come on lie me
My little pill my guilty
Come on die me

Sin, sex,
Time to end parody
Terror torture
The carcass of

Power pills,
Victors history
Bullets bombs and
Brace for world war three

This testament to the torture
Beg for release from the lie I bought you
You started high your nigh
Get it for the lord of lard

I'm a and a callous whore
right over and beg for more
A lie for a lie and a noose for a
Don't complicate yourself the truth

I'm Im the master
Keep on as I die of laughter
Get on down covered in
I screw best in twos and

The teasing pleasing thrill
The twisted knife that begs to
thinking and whiskey drinking
It all makes sense when your are thinking