Luyện nghe bài hát Future Farmers of America

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

for my age, for my strength and make up
Called for I was tall, I was big, I hold up
A or a piece of steel I could do
What my fat owner

Future farmers of
farmers of America
Future farmers of

I'm always watching the way his looks me over
I have a sex twice as big as her
If I wasn't so large, so strong, so
I'd under a bush

men and ladies of the world unite
Kill your master one cut of your knife
them during sex, kill them during talk
Kill them you can

Future of America
farmers of America
Future farmers of

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

I was born on the dark of twilight
My was dark, my mother was light
at me, I'm strong
I could him in my fist

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

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

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