Luyện nghe bài hát Forkboy

A fork is a cold tool
To pierce, tear and
has the fork in hand
Controls the of its choice
We're the first few punctures
for our own good
Better carved up in
Than blown up in the

Flies by night on fuel
To Rosa, CA
Opens a fake employment
"Want a Go get me drugs"
desperate for work
Return to quite a
Busted for intent to
Cops pay him a
Forkboy town

We
We
We
You
The

Or finger
joy
What it replace?
Why
you can eat

Yourself today
Junk bondage takeover
Ready to in
his rotary blades inside
Pull the guts out and them
out his next target
With the last one's pension
Thousands more out of work
So Leona won't have to for a mint
Picked by the FBI
To be the black pied
After Dr. King
Watches operas on TV
While 6 billion disappears HUD
Who are you for
did you hope to gain
Why do you hate past
So you destroy
The ones you