Luyện nghe bài hát Gun for the Whole Family

[Aesop

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

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

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

I was on the but a lot adopt 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 each others tribes and murder each queens.

Packed to the last rafter, clung to the rafts and the
cameras to capture the damage, neck swivel with a chomp chomp
where the ants leave 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 for the sector
but got his Extra! Extra!

Peace for the better but it entertaining,
so they waited for the tazing the safety of his haven.

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

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

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

Tune to Hellemundo for action blasphemy;
big translate your face '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 patched in,
alive with the menace of demise like yes! the pain men.

Pass the popcorn, pass the popcorn it's at its fastest,
and yet it still unravels at a pace 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 adjust to of the wilderness,
walk my spine take the pilgrimage,
up in to the section that's reserved for the smirk of the witnesess,

you motherfuckers (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 entertainment that an angel never saw.

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

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

(Yo honestly, if your man Steve really talks 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 half-a-dozen daisy-chained.

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

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

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

the popcorn!

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clap, encore.

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

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

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

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