Luyện nghe bài hát CITY DWELLER

Dictum: vestige of the

It's a life bowing to a tyrant

Christian gang sweet

Keep your head down for the

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

Avoid the dismantled old heads stuck in bloody plant
All looking at
the endless drive against nature
City

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

(.....Catalonian)

It's 20th
Euro-bore I media
Keep bidding

City

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

dweller

This cab driver
He has submerged into the pyche of the average
Cab
They love me, knock off 10 to 15 pence
is wandering
Those casual days are and dull

Agricultural gangs chant for freedom

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

They should remember nothing worse
a half-educated grim red dwarf
City
up
Cab driver, cab
Oh Mr cab

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

Why do you leave a a poxy
Oh Mr cab

What do it?

Too much to
Too many
Too sex
Too