Luyện nghe bài hát Here Come The Demons

(Brooks)
Yup, yup, yup...come on, on...
Up??
Throw up those hands, we back
Thought we with the wind
the lesbians?
The booze, and the and the mescaline
to win, born to sin, where we been?
Off in the drama a thespian
Thought we might fallen off, guess again
Walking through Hell with a pad, a pen and a fucking
I ain't scared of 'cause I've seen it all
Bounce this like a basketball
Kill myself just to fuck y'all
If you stay fitter a booty call
Let's get party started
Run knee deep in shit a moron
Break a bong, sing a long, doing lines till the of dawn
Fuckin' bring it all on till the money
Here come the
(Danny)
to my head
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 can't
I open my eyes the lights come on
And I look out of these windows at
And try to me a road to travel on
But this gadget, he's sick, tragic
He's strict and in the dick called earth
to me like it's mad at me
And I'll a motherfucker if it gets much worse
I know I'm not the to be cursed but it hurts, so
GET OUT OF
Here the demons
All of shall pass away
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 that I have
And it consumes me like a
How in the hell did I choose this
me my purpose
Maybe I this
I'm tired of nervous
Here come the