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 do you put it? In the garbage can my honest friend
My shyness, pet her

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

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

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

We'd have so much more
And so much more
So more creative flow
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, fuck man this is a of time

One solo?

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

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