Luyện nghe bài hát CITY DWELLER

Dictum: of the euro-bore

It's a life bowing to a tyrant

Christian chants sweet

Keep head down for the moment

(That now suit is now in
a good life, Europe)

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

Must we base ourselves again into mud?
You're welcome to it
Get out of my you mediocre pseuds
And take those red-tie
Who put up the flag with you
They around leering at young girls in packs
Worse than any

(.....Catalonian)

January 20th
Euro-bore I media
Keep bidding

City

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

City

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

Agricultural chant for sweet freedom

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

should remember there's nothing worse
Than a grim red dwarf
dweller
up
Cab driver, cab
Oh Mr cab

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

Why do you a a poxy card?
Oh Mr cab

What do it?

Too to drink
Too many
Too sex
Too