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 box-cutter slow
a young'n to a dozen paper dolls holding hands.

And tricky was a wooden pushed up on your porch
so was yours to engage or ignore.

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

the popcorn!

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

Packed to the last rafter, clung to the rafts and the
cameras to the damage, neck swivel with a chomp chomp volley
where the leave nothing but the bones and the car keys.

Pardon if his two fester.
it was of me people,
meet and lefter,
planted like a model of civility and honor for the
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 honey when they you up,
'cuz bumper cars are only when they bump. (Know that.)

Hot gun or box-cutter slow 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 for action packed blasphemy;
big city translate your 'til it atrophies.

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

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

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

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

In the corridors of entropous contort drastically tilted fits,
I to climates of the wilderness,
walk along my 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, the mayhem with grace,
the goodform-fall. if i'm 'a warn y'all, nah...
I got the front row to the greatest entertainment an angel never saw.

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

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

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

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It was a day,
it was grace,
it was a half-a-dozen daisy-chained.

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

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

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

the popcorn!

[Aesop

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 tell the pet from the vet,
money where his canine's spread and never on a bet.

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

in the night, funny, will he catch and release 'em?
Has he Will he hack 'em to pieces?
Is he dirty? he hassle policemen
and breach
until impurities
the circuitry?
And nada and honey,
there is only and bunnies
that hop around drunk in the of a hundred Mondays.
God damn, pop the Redenbacher
and, for sake, get this man a doctor.