Luyện nghe bài hát Dead At 17

Dead at 17- at 17
is so obscene and no it aint a dream
When 17

Everyday is a holiday, All the way is the way
TNT and a side of fries, Insanity can't be
There's things that I'd rather do
to burn and I'm coming through
I let the go to my head
way I think I'm dead at 17

Dead at 17- at 17
Life is so obscene and no it a dream
When your 17 Dead at 17- at 17
Lost in between and no it aint a when you r 17

I'm at war with humanity, Live in this of stupidity
I'm so annoyed everything, I growing into a big nothing
I don't care about the state in, A snot-nose who just can't win
An angry that's seeing red, But either way I think I'm dead at 17

I feel like shit, I something to smash, I need something to hit
I feel shit, and the voices in my head say there something to it