Luyện nghe bài hát CITY DWELLER

Dictum: vestige of the

It's a good life to a tyrant

Christian gang chants

Keep your head down for the

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

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

Must we ourselves again into organic mud?
well welcome to it
Get out of my city you mediocre
And take those red-tie
Who put up the olympic flag you
walk around leering at young girls in packs
Worse than any

(.....Catalonian)

It's January
I support media
Keep bidding

dweller

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

dweller

This cab driver
He has submerged himself into the 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 sweet

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

They should there's nothing worse
Than a half-educated grim red
City
up
Cab driver, cab
Oh Mr cab

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

Why do you a a poxy card?
Oh Mr cab

do about it?

Too to drink
Too many
Too sex
Too