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

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

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

I had more, more opportunity
More chances to some 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 more input
So much more creative
If we had in school, a GIT

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

One more

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

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