Luyện nghe bài hát Candidate

I'll make you a deal, like any other
We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause future's at stake
My set is amazing, it even like a street
There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and friend
Someone on the wall "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses"
Who wrote up in other bars

I'm having so much fun with the people
Spreading rumors and lies and stories made up
Some make you sing and some make you
One makes you wish that you'd never seen
But there's a shop on the corner selling pappier mache
Making faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius clay
If you it, boys, get it here, thing

So you scream out of
"I want you! I you! Anyone out there? Any time?"
Tres butch number whines, "Hey dirty, I want you
When it's good, really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces"
If you it, boys, get it here, thing
Well, on the street where you live I could not up my head
For I put all I have in bed

On another floor, in the of a car
In the cellar like a church with the door
Well, I guess must be looking for a different kind
But we stop trying 'till we break up our minds
'Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young
Who press you on the while shaking in fright

I we could cruise down one more time
you by my side, it should be fine
We'll buy some drugs and watch a
Then jump in the holding hands