Luyện nghe bài hát Fred's Got Slacks

Destroy positions of power and stands between you and the final stretch
Where you out what happens in the end
Man on the preaching, screaming the devil is coming!
And the earth will plummet to the ground
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 famous
I've got a feeling that is not my day
The facts have stated, they're implausible
The cause of the
Too heavy for a like me
me
Hit the brick running with the rhythm in feet
And all your feelings in a
too much to resist when you're only 16
Waiting for the weekend to come
Right outta
6 to the wind and I'm gone
Head on collision with the of our social forms gun
When the hit the ground, it's time to go home

Apathetic, pathetic
easy to see
The fires ignited and the have gotten the best of me
up, fists high
For to see!
Were destructive, so
gotten to me
Lets hit the streets and show em what we
HEY!
We've got the heart and mind to mix in the gasoline

along the border of whats rude and whats insane
It's the same as
is the same
Still haven't found the answers to the I've been asking
And nothing strikes to the memory I remember
Those days, didn't seem so long ago?
Free to go we wanted
to say no
End of the line and really wasting time
End of the and theres no one left behind us
Hit the road
precision in the distance
Who a fuck if hes a metro-sexual?
I know you did, you're a hetero-molestico
Theres malice in the that first seemed oh so comfortable
Finding a new way can be devastating to
on the bright side, you're not the one toting a gun
You your ass like everybody does
And ask for my
Well got none

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Fists