Luyện nghe bài hát Gun for the Whole Family

[Aesop

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

Hot summer gun or slow dance
turn a young'n to a dozen paper dolls hands.

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

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

the popcorn!

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

Packed to the very last rafter, clung to the and the
cameras to the damage, neck swivel with a chomp chomp volley
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!

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

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

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

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

Tune to Hellemundo for action packed
big city translate your 'til it atrophies.

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

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

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

I guess the last of the seconds the worst of disasters stretch past us,
wouldn't you agree it is fabulous?

In the corridors of wars contort drastically tilted fits,
I to climates of the wilderness,
walk my spine take the pilgrimage,
up in to the section reserved for the smirk of the coldest witnesess,

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

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

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

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

Rock]

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

It daisies and crazy eights,
it was an ace of spades over a game of slaves and saints.

And every face-painted while his great escape grazed and ate,
he'll never make it, when he he shakes.

And I was engrossed from a very locked door
with a couple Duds and buckets of popcorn.

the popcorn!

Rock]

clap, encore.

Monkey in the middle study how the took the missiles.
Age of with nary a green screens,
so the hecatomb is bit as cutting as it seems.

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

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

Bump in the night, funny, will he catch and release
Has he Will he hack 'em to pieces?
Is he dirty? Will he policemen
and security
until leak
the circuitry?
And nada and honey,
there is skulls and bunnies
hop around drunk in the land of a hundred Mondays.
God damn, pop the proper
and, for sake, get this man a doctor.