Luyện nghe bài hát Grunge Whore

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

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

Tacoma Washington, a room
A wedding, they switched as groom
rode him hard but it just felt fine
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 a grunge whore knows what he likes
leather men on motorbikes
No respect, he's in it for the action
A million dollar
He 's a whore

whore
Grunge
Grunge
whore

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

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

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

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