Luyện nghe bài hát Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through The Strip

It hurts when you have to press that dull little
That only supposed to use once and then discard
But where do you put it? In the garbage can my friend
My shyness, pet her

She's only been five late
Even though we had sex for a week
A a day, a meal, I say
And my made my

Somebody else already used the word
She was up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the freezer
She's only weeks late, but I haven't had a date forever
Ever, ever,

Wish I had more, more
More chances to remember things
So I couldn't have so pressure on my
On my, on my, umm ah, on my, umm umm

We'd have so much more
And so much more
So much creative flow
If we had in school, a GIT

GIT, geeks in
Ha! Come on, Dave, of one
(Girls trouble)
It should be GIC, geeks with
No, GWC, fuck man is a waste of time

One more

You're personally for
The entire strip to be away
Cleansed as if gallons of, um, rubbing
Flowed through the strip and were set on

It didn't singe the hair, it made it straight
And Perry Ellis came along with his broom
And his
And he, he erected a city, a city of stars