Luyện nghe bài hát Go Home Bible Mike

<"One was taking the gate down and one reads the Bible.">
to Apeville! Now you're a citizen, too
Meet Mrs. Doreen Pompidou / She'd like to do the on top of you
The is coming down / The one which holds the house up
A brass band playing in a dumptruck is through clouds of brickdust
as people dressed as form an orderly queue
for a that makes you dead for a second or two
I raise myself from my punchbowl,
"The Yakuza are singing--it be true!"
"Go home, Bible Mike!" / "Go home, Mike!"
"Go home, Mike!" / "Go home, Bible Mike!"
Her hand squeezes and I shudder
She says, "That was one shock, now here another
You really don't remember, do you?" / I said, "Why? Am I to?
Me, the slut of dishevelled women / fun has made sad and careless?"
and she's knocked me onto the floor
and a eunuch is barring the door
Pilar, in her room the farmacia,
smiles as she pictures little thing
her surprise when she looks through the window
and sees you with bullets while the cops all sing
"Go home, Mike! / Go home, Bible Mike!
You without a right / Go home, Bible Mike!"
You don't make me laugh, you make me horny,
so what the hell are we here?
Gasping all night in this city
You bit it, I'm bleeding, sliding in my blood
Humping in my blood / my blood! / Market my blood!
You got a tourist
Deaf, dumb and to all the pain you bring
This is than just sin
"Am I such a nightmare? If I had a home I'd go there."
Anytime you look / court says, "Take a hike"
The slate not be wiped / Just go home, Bible Mike
Go home, Mike....