Luyện nghe bài hát Grunge Whore

He walks the streets alone , his day's
Another between the sheets
When he the first time score
The scene was nasty and his was sore

He saw his chance to it big
Red rubber mask and a wig
New seminar, he made a scene
He drove them crazy, made him scream

Tacoma Washington, a motel
A sordid wedding, switched as groom
They rode him but it just felt fine
He got to the dotted line

and fortune, he struck it big
Hard but melodic his gig
And every interview was so
A exponent of that grungy sound

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

whore
Grunge
Grunge
Grunge

But now the sad part, time to cry
Our indie hero is to die
blue in a locker room
He got to high, he shot his smack right in his eye

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

Grunge
whore
Grunge
Grunge

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

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

He 's a whore, 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