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

It hurts when you to press that dull little thing
That you're only supposed to use once and then
But where do you put it? In the garbage can my honest
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 tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the
She's only five late, but I haven't had a date forever
Ever, ever,

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

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

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

One solo?

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

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