Luyện nghe bài hát Gates

I am the pain that bleeds your temples
morning when you wake up
I am the boy with alcohol
all the parties Chris would throw
That summer that they us in
every other American
For getting drunk in back of the Lion's
for the shitty bands to finish up
Then kids played hacky sack
while the just got high

It's not to fall for a waitress
When you smoke
Smoke the cigarettes
get seated as diners lovers
You'll get the check Scranton's for the better
You'll carve your names into the Paupack
Just read them you get old enough to know
that happiness is just a

So I'm marching up to your gates
To throw my soul away
'Cause I need it
You can it back

And will make examples out of us
Like they caught you in the CVS parking lot
But I fed the
Everything I got in my brain
of thoughts
I've got
It was I've got
In my brain

So I'm marching up to your gates
To throw my soul away
'Cause I don't it
You can take it

Yeah I don't it
You can it back