Luyện nghe bài hát Cowgirls From Hell

it up!
C'mon.

it up!
it up!
C'mon.

Good the sky is fallin,
UFO's stereos,
They keep on Freddy D and,
Tellin me I to be in Clevland.
a minute! One suggestion,
Go to Portland, look at and,
All around the world in 3
These aliens never to get it.
I'm dreamin, wake me up and,
Beam me up, I'm red to go.
Gimmie cow girls, spaceships,
Gimmie powers, The Matrix.
Oh my god, I my direction,
girls, my collection.
All this time, been paying dues.
And speaking my mind, ya got to lose, C'mon.

Giddeyup yee-ha x3

Oh no! There's a cop at the and he
wanna all the mosh from the floo.
Whoa! They keep me in line,
so I freak me a rhyme for mind,
then I'm to kill.
Whoa! Gas chamber, it slow and,
Grab your partner, and,
Be my guest with, the and restless.
all day.
Dr. Evil, the inspector.
Hannibal Lecter, my cousin.
At a dozen, aliens are inside my oven.
are buggin.
Tyler just left a message.
But rock and hip hop, I'm all your with.
And all this time, I've been dues.
And my mind, ya got nothing to lose, C'mon.

Giddeyup Giddeyup x3

C'mon. Fire it up! x3
it up! C'mon.

one one.
two two.
Gimmie three.
four four.
Gimmie five.
Why you squeeling a what? Like a pig.
(whole x4)

All the cowgirls say: Giddeyup.
try it cowgirls. C'mon.
Giddeyup.
And all the say: Fire it up!
try it cowboys.
it up!

Cowgirls: Giddeyup x3

Now

Cowboys: it up! x3

Go call the law, quickdraw.
up on your jaw, limpdawg.
In the of a gorilla, forrilla.
known as a backstreet killa.
High speed. the lightning.
Ladies dance, no underpants.
Cause I'm living low, my on your creep,
And I'm a vampire startin in the street.
Pulp Fiction, microchip in-side my lip and, I'm red to go.
So outragious, contagious.
me, back to Vegas.
Angelina, the form.
I'm the sniffer.
The Storm.
And all time,
I've been dues, And speaking my mind,
ya got to lose, C'mon.

Giddeyup yee-ha x3

C'mon.

Fire it up! x3
it up! C'mon.