Luyện nghe bài hát CITY DWELLER

Dictum: vestige of the

It's a life bowing to a tyrant

Christian gang chants

Keep your head for the moment

(That now suit is now in
It's a life, Europe)

Avoid the dismantled old heads stuck in bloody pots
All at them
Forgetting the endless drive nature
City

Must we ourselves again into organic mud?
You're well to it
Get out of my city you pseuds
And take those red-tie
Who put up the olympic with you
They walk around leering at girls in packs
Worse any yobs

(.....Catalonian)

It's January
Euro-bore I support
Keep bidding

dweller

More you can ever know
Mr cab
do you want
Mr cab

City

This cab driver
He has submerged himself into the pyche of the
Cab
They love me, they knock off 10 to 15
This is
Those days are over and dull

Agricultural gangs chant for freedom

Get out of my
You mediocre
And take red tight bastards with you
City

They remember there's nothing worse
Than a half-educated red dwarf
dweller
up
Cab driver, cab
Oh Mr cab

(He's up there now, listening to us, I he is)

Why do you leave a a poxy
Oh Mr cab

do about it?

Too much to
Too dugs
Too sex
Too