Luyện nghe bài hát Gun for the Whole Family

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Before shooting troops was cooler than hoops,
high noon was your basic who of brutal truth.

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

And tricky was a wooden horse pushed up on porch
so was yours to engage 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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Brawl fair, cop car, hawk him out his hinges,
storm door splinters, about, hammers out about to ring,
infiltrate each others tribes and murder others queens.

Packed to the very last rafter, to the rafts and the
to capture 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,
left and lefter,
planted a model of civility and honor for the sector
but got his Extra! Extra!

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

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

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

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

Tune to Hellemundo for action blasphemy;
big city translate your face it atrophies.

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

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

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

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

In the corridors of entropous wars drastically tilted fits,
I adjust to 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, innovate the with grace,
the goodform-fall. Fuck if i'm 'a y'all, nah...
I got the front row to the greatest entertainment that an angel saw.

Sixty thousand watts of 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,
gonna 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 agree that it is

(Yo honestly, if man Steve really talks like that... uh, that's not really normal...
Yeah, sucks... Yeah, it's pretty 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 daisies and eights,
it was an ace of spades a waiting game of slaves and saints.

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

And I was overly from a very locked door
with a couple Milk and buckets of popcorn.

the popcorn!

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clap, encore.

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

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

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

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