Luyện nghe bài hát Fred's Got Slacks

Destroy positions of power and what between you and the final stretch
you find out what happens in the end
Man on the corner preaching, screaming the is coming!
And the will plummet to the ground again
I hope to death that no one knows and don't find a way
To bullshit, cheat, lie, and
Then run away the trenches and the streets
The alleyway
I've got a feeling that is not my day
The facts have stated, they're implausible
The of the week
Too heavy for a like me
me
Hit the brick with the rhythm in your feet
And all your in a fist
It's too much to when you're only 16
Waiting for the weekend train to
Right outta
6 strings to the and I'm gone
Head on collision the barrel of our social forms gun
When the hit the ground, it's time to go home

Apathetic, were
It's to see
The fires ignited and the flames have the best of me
Hands up, fists
For to see!
Were destructive, so
gotten to me
Lets hit the streets and em what we mean
HEY!
got the heart and mind to mix in with the gasoline

Hopping along the border of whats rude and whats
the same as everyday
Everyday is the
Still haven't found the answers to the questions I've been
And nothing strikes to the memory I remember
Those days, didn't they seem so ago?
Free to go wherever we
to say no
End of the line and were really time
End of the and theres no one left behind us
Hit the road
Theres precision in the
Who gives a fuck if hes a
I you did, cause you're a hetero-molestico
Theres malice in the that first seemed oh so comfortable
Finding a new way can be devastating to
Look on the bright side, you're not the one a gun
You wipe your ass everybody does
And ask for my
Well got none

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