Luyện nghe bài hát Gun for the Whole Family

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Before troops was cooler than hula hoops,
high noon was basic who's who of brutal truth.

Hot summer gun or box-cutter dance
turn a young'n to a dozen paper holding hands.

And was a wooden horse pushed up on your porch
so chicanery was yours to or ignore.

I was on the but a lot adopt pawns,
so we carried chairs and buckets of popcorn.

the popcorn!

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fair, cop car, voyeur hawk him out his hinges,
storm door splinters, clamoring about, out about to ring,
each others tribes and murder each others queens.

Packed to the very last rafter, clung to the and the
cameras to capture the damage, neck swivel with a chomp chomp
where the ants nothing but the bones and the car keys.

if his two feet fester.
it was of me people,
left and lefter,
planted like a model of civility and for the sector
but got his Extra! Extra!

for the better but it wasn't entertaining,
so they waited for the from the safety of his haven.

Like bees to the when they lumped you up,
bumper cars are only funny when they bump. (Know that.)

Hot summer gun or box-cutter dance- popcorn, popcorn...
Hot summer gun or box-cutter slow capture the damage.

(Yo, dude talks real slow yo... Crazy.
Yeah man that's my boy he just talks like that, it's weird.
is wierd.)

Tune to for action packed blasphemy;
big translate your face 'til it atrophies.

I let the boy out actually,
deployed to void with to watch laughingly.

Pass the p's it's a in,
I can smell the when hatchin',
dispassionately patched in,
alive with the of demise like yes! the pain dazzles men.

Pass the popcorn, pass the popcorn it's at its fastest,
and yet it still unravels at a like molasses.

I guess the last of the seconds before the worst of stretch past us,
you agree that it is fabulous?

In the corridors of entropous wars contort drastically fits,
I to climates of the wilderness,
walk along my take the pilgrimage,
up in to the section that's reserved for the of the coldest witnesess,

Work you (hooray!),
there's all day to die, the mayhem with grace,
the goodform-fall. Fuck if i'm 'a y'all, nah...
I got the front row to the greatest that an angel never saw.

Sixty watts of that raw pull the claw out of the trunk fun,
each one one how to club one,
look at how they bathe up in the blood,
it's gonna be a night of thrills and where the sacred is made of mud mud.

Each one teach one how to club popcorn, popcorn...
one teach one how to club one- popcorn... wouldn't you agree that it is fabulous?

(Yo honestly, if your man really talks like that... uh, that's not really normal...
Yeah, that sucks... Yeah, it's bad...
Nobody's should sound like that.)

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It was a day,
it was grace,
it was a claymores daisy-chained.

It wasn't and crazy eights,
it was an ace of over a waiting game of slaves and saints.

And every trainee face-painted while his great escape and ate,
he'll make it, when he aims he shakes.

And I was overly engrossed from a very door
with a couple Milk Duds and of popcorn.

the popcorn!

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clap, encore.

Monkey in the middle how the bunker took the missiles.
Age of machines with a green screens,
so the hecatomb is every bit as as it seems.

I could tell the pet the vet,
where his canine's spread and never welched on a bet.

That said, the over-under
on your local
and you'll profit off his widow-maker's numbers summer.

Bump in the night, funny, he catch and release 'em?
Has he mercy? he hack 'em to pieces?
Is he dirty? Will he hassle
and breach
impurities leak
over the
And milk and honey,
there is only skulls and
that hop around drunk in the of a hundred Mondays.
God damn, pop the Redenbacher
and, for christ's sake, get man a doctor.