Luyện nghe bài hát Ebolarama

Boys to thrill from the hip. This time we put the "act" in action
We've tricked the pigs into thinking that auction is a pageant
In no time there will be on our new set of cutlery
The livestock is struck. They're all salivating like ravenous cartoons
Goddamn animal. You'd better where you spit
Squeal soft music. If it helps, we'll dim the lights on the floor
Neon bulbs are the cosmetics of swine. Everybody quite dazzling
up in their formal attire

You'd a great secret if I could keep you, but we all spill our guts
locked and loaded. Drip fed and bloated. Our trigger fingers snagged
In the mouse trap of the

Turn the off on us, like a moth left in the cold. In the dark, begging for more
When the urgency strikes you, you'd not lose your nerve
It's the rush the cockroaches get at the end of the world. It's alright
There's a pail by the bed if you need one, but you're doing just
When in we shall do as the Romans, when in Hell we do shots at the bar

Last call, it

We don't think in terms of the afters
And we utter a single word of the night befores
In the meantime we're just thoughtless buzzing apparatus
Disillusioned and lonelier the last man standing
It doesn't get any better this so run like Hell

is a rock and roll takeover
Living each day one night at a
were mercy fucks, there was blood
You should have there by my side
is passion, this is red handed denial
I have no lover and she hasn't the prettiest eyes. Last call, it