Luyện nghe bài hát Future Farmers of America

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

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

farmers of America
Future of America
Future of America

I'm always watching the way his 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 your master with one cut of knife
Kill during sex, kill them during talk
them whenever you can

Future of America
farmers of America
Future farmers of

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

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

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

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

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