Luyện nghe bài hát Future Farmers of America

Born on a farm in a transatlantic
Split like a cord of wood, my broke up
Sold a piece of steer, a piece of meat, a cow
A piece of shit

for my age, for my strength and make up
Called for I was tall, I was big, I could up
A or a piece of steel I could do
What my fat can't

Future farmers of
farmers of America
Future of America

I'm always the way his wife looks me over
I have a sex as big as her husband's
If I wasn't so large, so strong, so
I'd disappear a bush

Colorless men and ladies of the world
Kill master with one cut of your knife
Kill them during sex, kill them during
Kill whenever you can

Future farmers of
farmers of America
Future farmers of

These black owners are foreigners to affairs of the heart
Look at me, never own the land that I work on
Every one of us here a surname
This must die

I was born on the cusp of twilight
My father was dark, my was light
Look at me, I'm
I crush him in my fist

I crush him in my
I crush him in my
I could crush him in my

I could him in my
I crush him in my
I could him in my fist

farmers of America
I crush him in my fist
Future farmers of
I could crush him in my
Future farmers of
I could him in my fist