Luyện nghe bài hát CITY DWELLER

Dictum: of the euro-bore

It's a good life to a tyrant

Christian chants sweet

Keep your head for the moment

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

Avoid the dismantled old stuck in bloody plant pots
All looking at
Forgetting the endless drive against
City

Must we base again into organic mud?
You're well to it
Get out of my you mediocre 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 20th
Euro-bore I media
Keep bidding

dweller

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

dweller

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

Agricultural gangs chant for sweet

Get out of my
You pseud
And take those red tight bastards you
City

They remember there's nothing worse
Than a half-educated grim red
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 card?
Oh Mr cab

do about it?

Too to drink
Too many
Too sex
Too