Luyện nghe bài hát Disorder

Disorder here cause fucked
it out
Those dirty boys lost again
They've got no style I me own
Buying up bottle and stones
Burn the cops and

Don't a fuck

Work bayonet off your gun
Now why not smash his head
Your client about rocking the boat
Well your guts seem to have had any luck

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That bloke must his fucking way
But we are nervous, but
The are running scarred
The are bound to come in (one of)
days

[Repeat

your pay addict yourself
They bet nothing by yourself
But one day we have a say
But whatever happens you'd beware

chorus]

Disorder