Luyện nghe bài hát Hadlock Padlock

i ran into at hadlock padlock
i said have you seen my
he said he was over on elkins
face down in a puddle of
then i ran blair warner
at the chevron at corners
i said did you see him
she that was just a rumor
super small town trumor
he was off
to treatment last

what goes around don't come around not in this
seven walls go up for every one wall comes down
and the old ladies pray they'll be again someday
do your job you slob or nobody gets paid

she was standing on the dock to hit the moon with rocks
along came a man with his cock in his
he said what do you she said i think you stink
then she in his eye, said bye-bye, and pushed him in the drink

then she to the pay shower and pumped quarters for an hour
even though she it she still felt violated
wrapped the soap on a rope around her
said dear god i hope you'll let me into heaven
'cause i'm only and i've got nowhere to go

what goes around don't come around not in town
a sandwich shop goes up and the roller rink closed down
and the kids all pray that they'll get away
or get a job like chad in dad's lab and become rich one day

little was learning to skate, practiced every single day
kept falling and falling and falling but he finally to ollie
he who he'd tell, thought he would tell mel,
but mel and all his other friends in the county jail

which is where i sent the letter that said are gonna get better
he said you've got it all wrong, why'd you write this stupid
i said 'cause you're in my head if you want me dead
because i said exactly what i meant doesn't mean i meant what i said

what goes around don't come around not in town
you don't need karmic retribution if you've got good
and mama always prayed that someday she'd get
by some dumb fuck with a pickup truck and really cocaine

please do me a favor you go to penny saver
get a of lucky for the girls,
two roast mighty bites, a pack of old gold lights,
and us at the end of the world

i'll be standing on the with the sunset in my eyes
i'll be too insignificant to the need to lie
i wonder if this climbing that you people do
ever leads you to a place with such a pretty

what if what goes around is just a crying clown
and the clouds split down the middle and a mighty hand comes
and we think that we are but the hand is made of clay
and my tears messy make up streaks all over my face

what goes around don't come around not in this
seven go up for every one wall that comes down
and the old ladies they'll be young again someday
do job you dirty slob or nobody gets paid
nobody gets
nobody gets
do your job you dirty slob or nobody gets