Luyện nghe bài hát CITY DWELLER

Dictum: of the euro-bore

It's a good life bowing to a

Christian gang sweet

Keep your down for the moment

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

Avoid the dismantled old heads stuck in plant pots
All at them
the endless drive against nature
City

Must we base ourselves again into mud?
You're welcome to it
Get out of my city you pseuds
And take those bastards
Who put up the olympic with you
They walk around leering at girls in packs
Worse than any

(.....Catalonian)

It's 20th
Euro-bore I support
olympic bidding

City

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

City

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

Agricultural chant for sweet freedom

Get out of my
You mediocre
And take those red bastards with you
dweller

They should remember nothing worse
Than a half-educated 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 dugs
Too sex
Too