Luyện nghe bài hát Grunge Whore

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

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

Washington, a motel room
A wedding, they 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 interview was so
A worthy of that grungy sound

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

Grunge
Grunge
whore
Grunge

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

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

Grunge
Grunge
Grunge
Grunge

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

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