Luyện nghe bài hát Gun for the Whole Family

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

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

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

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

the popcorn!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pass the p's it's a in,
I can smell the when hatchin',
dispassionately patched 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 of the seconds before the worst of disasters stretch past us,
wouldn't you agree that it is

In the corridors of entropous wars contort tilted fits,
I to climates of the wilderness,
walk my spine 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 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 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...
Each one teach one how to club one- popcorn... you agree that it is fabulous?

(Yo honestly, if man Steve really talks like that... uh, that's not really normal...
Yeah, sucks... Yeah, it's pretty bad...
Nobody's voice should sound 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 spades over a waiting game of and saints.

And every trainee face-painted while his escape grazed and ate,
never make it, when he aims he shakes.

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

the popcorn!

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clap, encore.

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

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

That said, the over-under
on your hunter
and you'll profit off his numbers every summer.

Bump in the night, funny, will he catch and release
Has he mercy? he hack 'em to pieces?
Is he dirty? he hassle policemen
and security
impurities leak
over the
And nada and honey,
there is only skulls and
that hop around drunk in the land of a Mondays.
God damn, pop the Redenbacher
and, for sake, get this man a doctor.