Luyện nghe bài hát Bullets, Bombs & Bigotry

One for two for hell
Three for the lowest high that you
four for a try but don't stop the lie
Five for the piss and poke in eye

Six for the silver you wrench
Seven for the gold never quench
Eight and nine for the fly
And ten for the one who 'til 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 deceive
Come on lie me
My little pill my guilty
Come on die me

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

pills, poverty
Victors rewrite
Bullets and bigotry
Brace yourself for war three

This to the truest torture
Beg for release from the lie I bought you
You started high endings nigh
Get it hard for the lord of

I'm a vacuous and a whore
Bend over and beg for more
A lie for a lie and a for a noose
Don't yourself with the truth

I'm Im the master
on waiting as I die of laughter
Get on down in fleas
I screw in twos and threes

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