Luyện nghe bài hát Gates

I am the pain that bleeds through temples
morning when you wake up
I am the boy with alcohol
From all the parties Chris throw
That that they took us in
every other American
For drunk in back of the Lion's Club
for the shitty bands to finish up
Then some played hacky sack
the others just got high

It's not to fall for a waitress
When you smoke
the same cigarettes
You'll get seated as diners
You'll get the check that Scranton's for the
You'll carve your names into the Cliffs
Just them when you get old enough to know
that happiness is a moment

So I'm up to your gates today
To throw my soul away
I don't need it
You can it back

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

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

Yeah I need it
You can take it