Luyện nghe bài hát Grunge Whore

He the streets alone , his day's complete
Another between the sheets
he remembers the first time score
The was nasty and his ring was sore

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

Washington, a motel room
A sordid wedding, switched as groom
They rode him hard but it felt fine
He got to sign the line

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

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

Grunge
whore
Grunge
Grunge

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

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

Grunge
whore
Grunge
whore

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

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

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