Luyện nghe bài hát Cowgirls From Hell

it up!
C'mon.

it up!
it up!
C'mon.

Good the sky is fallin,
with stereos,
They keep on Freddy D and,
me I need to be in Clevland.
a minute! One suggestion,
Go to Portland, look at and,
All around the world in 3
These aliens seem to get it.
Huh? I'm dreamin, me up and,
Beam me up, I'm red to go.
Gimmie cow girls, spaceships,
powers, like The Matrix.
Oh my god, I my direction,
girls, my collection.
All time, I've been paying dues.
And speaking my mind, ya got to lose, C'mon.

Giddeyup yee-ha x3

Oh no! a cop at the door and he
stop all the mosh from the floo.
Whoa! They keep me in line,
so I freak me a for your mind,
I'm dressed to kill.
Whoa! Gas chamber, take it and,
your partner, Dosey-Doe and,
Be my guest with, the and restless.
all day.
Dr. Evil, the inspector.
Hannibal Lecter, my cousin.
At least a dozen, aliens are my oven.
are buggin.
Tyler Durden just a message.
But rock and hip hop, I'm all your with.
And all this time, been paying dues.
And my mind, ya got nothing to lose, C'mon.

Giddeyup yee-ha x3

C'mon. it up! yee-ha x3
it up! C'mon.

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

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

Cowgirls: Giddeyup x3

Now

Cowboys: it up! x3

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

Giddeyup Giddeyup x3

C'mon.

it up! yee-ha x3
it up! C'mon.