Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Push

Stolen from an land
Chased out with a
With a face like Bob
And a mouth a motor-bike

Oh well, the are always open
And the time is always
And if God's good goes unspoken
The music goes all and it goes

If I was Bob
I said you be loved?
And if I was Pint
I'd ball up above

If I was Mike I'd look for a fight
If I was a Boomtown Rat I would be up all night
If I was the Ad-Rock I would get stupid dumb
And if rhymes were I'd be comfortably numb

If I had a
You know I'd do?
I'd point that straight at the sky
And shoot Heaven on for you

Because the are always open
And the is always right
And if God's work goes unspoken
The music goes all night, and it

I want a but I can't find the time
I want a reason but find a rhyme
And I want to start some static but I afford
To get to the ground
I fell off my skateboard

Now a is clear as you please
Get strapped with protection or struck with disease Laughter, free
just call me 439-0116
When down with Sublime, you get
Funky

Stolen from an Africa
I'll that other bar
I saw my best tonight
So, push me too far

I'm run
down with the new lyrics, get hit, get hip
Don't slip you heads
is scism on a serious tip
You don't believe me then I go on bust lip

Higher the mountain, it to climb
Rougher the rhythm man, it be Sublime
Listen lover yet it right on time
We got cricket with the quickness and the line

People wanna come up and they tell me
Smokin' crack cocaine better than
Your're puffin' that shit yo sick of it
Tweakin' every and we just can't take it
Whoa-oh, we no wan'