Luyện nghe bài hát Forkboy

A is a cold shiny tool
To pierce, tear and
has the fork in hand
Controls the of its choice

We're told the few punctures
They're for our own
carved up in pieces
Than blown up in the

Flies by night on fuel
To Rosa, CA
Opens a fake office
Want a Go get me drugs

People desperate for
to quite a surprise
Busted for to sell
pay him a bounty
Forkboy skips

We came, we
We conquered you
The choice
Or food

joy
What does it
Why
When you can eat yourself alive

Junk bondage glutton
Ready to in
his rotary blades inside
Pull the guts out and resell

Buys out his target
the last one's pension funds
Thousands thrown out of work
So won't have to settle for a mint

picked by the FBI
To be the pied piper after Dr. King died
Watches soap on TV
While 6 billion's from HUD

Who are you for
What did you hope to
Why do you your past
So much you the ones you love