Luyện nghe bài hát But The Nuns Are Watching

Look! He drank from the faucet!
HOLY HE'S FUCKIN LOST IT!
We only enjoy sparkling water!
FED ADHESIVE TO YOUR DAUGHTER!(x2)

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

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

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

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

Grab the Mag-Lite, get the hook,
Lets fine the bottom of this cave and the book!

The on my lips is an enzyme,
metabolizes reality,
To fuel these delusions!
You're me to these CONCLUSIONS!
The exploding, IN MY TORSO!
a series of city blocks,
Giving in to a blast.

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

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

Cynicism me that,
If we only had less and better light.
It all just be an embarrassing misunderstanding.
The sudden silences, the crash,
Where should be.

If this were a I wouldn't sign.