Luyện nghe bài hát Here Come The Demons

(Brooks)
Yup, yup, yup...come on, on...
Up??
Throw up those hands, we again
we gone with the wind
Where the
The booze, and the broads and the
to win, born to sin, where we been?
Off in the like a thespian
Thought we might have off, guess again
Walking through Hell a pad, a pen and a fucking grin
I ain't scared of shit 'cause seen it all
Bounce time like a basketball
Kill myself just to fuck wit'ch
If you fitter than a booty call
Let's get party started
Run deep in shit with a moron
Break a bong, sing a long, doing till the break of dawn
bring it all on till the money gone
Here the demons
(Danny)
to my head
I'm elated that you it
the mess, I'm mentally constipated
Agitated and
I know you're probably
"What in the 665 demons, per cell, in Danny's skull is going on?"
Well, Hell, if you tell
I open my eyes the lights come on
And I look out of windows at Babylon
And try to pick me a road to on
But this gadget, he's sick, tragic
strict and kicked in the dick called earth
Acts to me like mad at me
And I'll a motherfucker if it gets much worse
I know I'm not the first to be but it hurts, so
GET OUT OF
Here come the
All of this shall away
But tell me I'm ok
I lock the door and I draw the
And pray to keep the at bay
Well, maybe that's the
To all the questions I have
And it consumes me a cancer
How in the hell did I this path?
Show me my
Maybe I this
I'm tired of being
Here come the