Luyện nghe bài hát D-Law

Look at that guy in tight leather pants
He can't and you can see he can't dance
And Soulfinger's spinning, throwing his
He's got nothing to say, he's just to be there

at his friend and look at his face
He's got a one track mind and a two stringed
On garbage drums with a to swing
Pete sets the pace to

But I care, no
'Coz by the order of the
And sweet old
Yeah, we do as we

It's the law
(Disneyland law)
And we need no more, no
We got the law
(Disneyland law)
Yeah, it's so far out, it makes anarchy a

What the critics as presence of mind
Is nothing but a to be four of a kind
And we do not share the same label
each of us is a can of tomato

From lower ego to i.d.
climbing up on the social tree
From cellar to TV, arena to
To View from misery

But I care, no
'Coz by the order of the
And old Walt
Yeah, we do as we

It's the law
(Disneyland law)
Yeah, and we need no more, no
We got the law
(Disneyland law)
Yeah, it's so far out, it makes a bore

(Disneyland law)
Yeah, doing our duty
(Disneyland law)
When a track
(Disneyland law)
With our pistol foreskin

481914, anyplace you been?
ain't open territory
We're building a
On your guard,
Oh, my god, there's a maniac in

Yeah, by order of the
We do as we
Wanna something funny?
We our own money

law
(Disneyland law)
And we don't need
We got the law
(Disneyland law)
It's so far out it makes anarchy a

(Disneyland law)
It's the of the duty
(Disneyland law)
When following a

(Disneyland law)
law
With our pistols back