Luyện nghe bài hát California

Fuck
You made me
I all blood out
But these red they don't show that
My old friends though they know
And when I sold them I that

I'm sorry Gracie you're golden

I'm sorry and Andrew
That I ever you
You seen the ocean
You never on a plane
Schizophrenia rules the
coming to take you away
You're my favorite
Life Martyred Saint
Gimme the places I'll you the names
Wasted away on the plains
What's it like to be small-town and
Fuck it baby I know you'll never

So hold me but I got it
hit to the face
Soft to the mouth
On morning

You're bleeding from the
You rubbed me raw you me wrong
And I heave when I of you

Oh!

Now corrupted us all
With sexuality
Tried to tell me love was
Tried to tell me was free
Us and baby
You You You You You and Me

Oh Love! In the time of
Love in the of tragedy
Love so so real so fucked it's 5150

But I'm 22 and I don't mind dyin'

What does failure taste
To me it like dirt
And I'm beggin' you to look away

I bet you on the bob-tail nag
bet on the bay

I saw Joseph the gun
I saw carrying the gun
The Gun The Gun The Gun
The Gun The Gun

I saw
The Gun
I saw
The Gun
The Gun The Gun The Gun
The Gun The Gun

I used to The Gun
The Gun The Gun The Gun
The Gun The Gun