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

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

She's only been five late
Even we haven't had sex for a week
A a day, a meal, I say
And my heart's my

Somebody else already the word 'Aurora-Borealis'
She was tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the
She's only five weeks late, but I haven't had a forever
Ever, ever,

I had more, more opportunity
More chances to remember things
So I have so much pressure on my
On my, on my, umm ah, on my, umm umm

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

GIT, in town
Ha! on, Dave, think of one
(Girls trouble)
It be GIC, geeks with Charvels
No, GWC, man this is a waste of time

One solo?

You're responsible for
The strip to be washed away
Cleansed as if gallons of, um, rubbing
Flowed through the strip and set on fire

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