Luyện nghe bài hát But The Nuns Are Watching

Look! He straight from the faucet!
HOLY SHIT HE'S LOST IT!
We enjoy fine sparkling water!
FED SOMETHING TO YOUR DAUGHTER!(x2)

Called me old-fashioned, but I think kick ass!
I need hot wheels to get to class!

the hell is wrong with him!?
HIS HIS SO LONG IT NEEDS A TRIM!
I heard he a lot in those bloomers,
PROBABLY TRUE LIKE ALL THE OTHER RUMORS!

You think modern,
But taste won't last (It just won't last)
And you own,
be (Will be)
The past. (t=The fucking past)

Cynicism me.
Turn me around and march me up the sidewalk to my door.
me back inside and throw my trench-coat on the floor.
Lead me into my bedroom,
And me put my clothes back on.

the Mag-Lite, get the grappling hook,
Lets the bottom of this cave and close the book!

The on my lips is an enzyme,
That reality,
To fuel dirty delusions!
You're leading me to CONCLUSIONS!
The exploding, IN MY TORSO!
Like a series of blocks,
in to a nuclear blast.

And now my pressure relief is activated;
Maybe I should stop my breath.
I'll it, Come sit next to me.
Tell me you do at work;
You intimacy.
be like gay actors,
and out,
Having the of sex sacrificial virgins
about.

But if I knew name it would have to be for
charity!
TRY ME! TEST ME! RELEASE ME!

Cynicism me that,
If we only had less clothing and light.
It would all be an embarrassing misunderstanding.
The silences, aren't the crash,
Where lips be.

If this were a contract I sign.