Luyện nghe bài hát Here Come The Demons

(Brooks)
Yup, yup, yup...come on, on...
What's
Throw up hands, we back again
Thought we gone with the
Where the
The booze, and the broads and the
Born to win, born to sin, we been?
Off in the like a thespian
Thought we might have fallen off, again
through Hell with a pad, a pen and a fucking grin
I ain't scared of shit 'cause I've it all
Bounce time like a basketball
Kill myself just to fuck wit'ch
If you fitter than a booty call
Let's get this started
Run knee deep in shit with a
Break a bong, sing a long, doing lines the break of dawn
Fuckin' it all on till the money gone
come the demons
(Danny)
Welcome to my
I'm that you made it
Excuse the mess, I'm constipated
and aggravated
I know probably thinking
"What in the 665 demons, per cell, in Danny's skull is going on?"
Well, Hell, if you tell
When I open my the lights come on
And I look out of windows at Babylon
And try to pick me a road to on
But digital gadget, he's sick, tragic
He's strict and in the dick called earth
Acts to me like mad at me
And I'll kill a motherfucker if it gets worse
I know I'm not the to be cursed but it hurts, so
GET OUT OF
come the demons
All of this shall pass
But someone me I'm ok
I lock the and I draw the shades
And pray to keep the at bay
Well, maybe the answer
To all the questions that I
And it consumes me a cancer
How in the hell did I choose path?
me my purpose
Maybe I this
I'm of being nervous
Here come the