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 with the wind
the lesbians?
The booze, and the broads and the
Born to win, born to sin, we been?
Off in the drama like a
Thought we might fallen off, guess again
through Hell with a pad, a pen and a fucking grin
I ain't scared of shit 'cause I've it all
Bounce this like a basketball
Kill myself just to fuck y'all
If you stay fitter a booty call
Let's get this started
Run knee deep in with a moron
Break a bong, sing a long, doing lines till the of dawn
bring it all on till the money gone
Here come the
(Danny)
to my head
I'm that you made it
the mess, I'm mentally constipated
Agitated and
I know probably thinking
"What in the 665 demons, per brain cell, in Danny's skull is on?"
Well, Hell, if you can't
When I open my the lights come on
And I look out of these at Babylon
And try to pick me a to travel on
But this digital gadget, sick, tragic
He's and kicked in the dick called earth
Acts to me it's mad at me
And I'll kill a motherfucker if it gets worse
I know I'm not the first to be but it hurts, so
GET OUT OF
come the demons
All of this shall pass
But tell me I'm ok
I the door and I draw the shades
And to keep the voices at bay
Well, that's the answer
To all the questions that I
And it consumes me like a
How in the hell did I choose this
Show me my
Maybe I this
I'm of being nervous
come the demons