Luyện nghe bài hát Ebolarma

Boys, shoot to from the hip.
This we put the "act" in action.
We've tricked the pigs into that this auction is a pageant.
In no time, there will be up on our new set of cutlery.
The livestock is struck.
They're all salivating ravenous cartoons.
animal. You better watch where you spit.
Squeal like music.
If it helps, dim the lights on the floor.
Neon bulbs are the of swine.
looks quite dazzling, trussed up in their formal attire.
You'd make a great secret if I could keep you, but we all our guts.
locked and loaded. Drip-fed and bloated.
Our trigger fingers snagged in the trap of the moment.
the lights off on us, like a moth left in the cold.
In the dark, for more.
When the strikes you, you better not lose your nerve.
It's the rush that the get at the end of the world.
It's alright, alright.
There's a pail by the bed if you one.
But you're just fine.
When in we shall do as the Romans.
When in Hell we do at the bar...
call, kill it.
We don't in terms of the morning afters
And we don't udder a single of the night before.
In the meantime, we're just incessant buzzing apparatus.
Disillusioned and lonelier the last man standing.
It doesn't get any better this.
So run hell.
This is a and roll takeover.
Living each day, one at a time.
There mercy f**ks, there was blood.
You should have been by my side.
is passion, this is red-handed denial.
I have no lover and she hasn't the eyes.
call, kill it...