Luyện nghe bài hát Gun for the Whole Family

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

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

And tricky was a horse 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,
door splinters, clamoring about, hammers out about to ring,
infiltrate each others tribes and each others queens.

to the very last rafter, clung to the rafts and the
cameras to capture the damage, neck with a chomp chomp volley
where the ants nothing but the bones and the car keys.

Pardon if his two fester.
it was of me people,
meet and lefter,
planted like a of civility and honor for the sector
but got his Extra! Extra!

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

Like bees to the honey when they you up,
'cuz bumper cars are only 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 Steve; he talks like that, it's weird.
is wierd.)

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

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

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

Pass the popcorn, pass the popcorn 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 that it is fabulous?

In the corridors of wars contort drastically tilted fits,
I adjust to of the wilderness,
along my spine take the pilgrimage,
up in to the section that's for the smirk 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 greatest entertainment that an never saw.

thousand watts of that raw pull the claw out of the trunk fun,
each one one how to club one,
at how they bathe up in the dove 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 your man Steve really talks 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 over a game of slaves and saints.

And every trainee while his great escape grazed and ate,
never make 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!

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clap, encore.

Monkey in the middle study how the bunker 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,
money where his spread and never welched on a bet.

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

Bump in the night, funny, he catch and release 'em?
Has he mercy? he hack 'em to pieces?
Is he Will he hassle policemen
and breach
until leak
the circuitry?
And milk and honey,
there is only skulls and
that hop around drunk in the land of a Mondays.
God damn, pop the proper
and, for christ's sake, get man a doctor.