Luyện nghe bài hát Fred's Got Slacks

Destroy positions of power and what stands you and the final stretch
Where you find out happens in the end
Man on the corner preaching, the devil is coming!
And the earth will plummet to the ground
I hope to death that no one knows and they find a way
To bullshit, cheat, lie, and
Then run away through the and the streets
The famous
I've got a feeling today is not my day
The facts have stated, they're implausible
The of the week
Too for a freak like me
me
Hit the brick running the rhythm in your feet
And all your feelings in a
It's too much to when you're only 16
Waiting for the weekend train to
Right here
6 strings to the wind and I'm
Head on collision with the of our social forms gun
When the shells hit the ground, it's time to go

Apathetic, pathetic
easy to see
The ignited and the flames have gotten 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 rude and whats insane
It's the as everyday
Everyday is the
haven't found the answers to the questions I've been asking
And strikes resemblance to the memory I remember
days, didn't they seem so long ago?
Free to go we wanted
to say no
End of the line and were really time
End of the like and theres no one left us
Hit the cobblestone
precision in the distance
Who a fuck if hes a metro-sexual?
I know you did, cause you're a
Theres in the words that first seemed oh so comfortable
Finding a new way can be to some
Look on the bright side, you're not the one a gun
You wipe your ass like everybody
And ask for my
Well I've got

up
Fists