Luyện nghe bài hát Grunge Whore

He the streets alone , his day's complete
showdown between the sheets
When he remembers the first time
The scene was nasty and his ring was

He saw his to make it big
Red rubber mask and a wig
New music seminar, he made a
He them crazy, they made him scream

Tacoma Washington, a room
A sordid wedding, they switched as
They rode him hard but it just felt
He got to the dotted line

and fortune, he struck it big
Hard but became his gig
And interview was so profound
A worthy exponent of grungy sound

Grungy, well he's a grunge whore what he likes
leather men on motorbikes
No respect, he's in it for the action
A million satisfaction
He 's a whore

whore
Grunge
whore
Grunge

But now the sad part, it's to cry
Our indie is about to die
blue in a locker room
He got to high, he his smack right in his fucking eye

Well a grunge whore knows what he likes
Black leather men on
No self respect, he's in it for the
A dollar satisfaction
He 's a grunge

whore
Grunge
whore
Grunge

he's a grunge whore knows what he likes
Black men on motorbikes
No self respect, he's in it for the
A dollar satisfaction
He 's a whore

Big keep on turning, he 's a grunge whore
Napalm keeps burning, he 's a whore
for the CIA guns, grunge whore
With his distorted and pounding drums, he 's a grunge whore

He 's a grunge whore, he 's a grunge
He 's a grunge whore, he 's a whore
He 's a grunge whore, he 's a whore
He 's a grunge whore, he 's a whore