Luyện nghe bài hát Here Come The Demons

(Brooks)
Yup, yup, yup...come on, on...
What's
Throw up those hands, we again
Thought we with the wind
Where the
The booze, and the and the mescaline
Born to win, born to sin, where we
Off in the drama like a
Thought we have fallen off, guess again
Walking through Hell a pad, a pen and a fucking grin
I ain't scared of shit 'cause I've it all
Bounce this time like a
Kill myself just to fuck wit'ch
If you stay fitter a booty call
Let's get this started
Run deep in shit with a moron
Break a bong, sing a long, lines till the break of dawn
bring it all on till the money gone
Here come the
(Danny)
Welcome to my
I'm elated that you it
Excuse the mess, I'm mentally
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 can't
When I open my eyes the lights on
And I look out of these at Babylon
And try to pick me a road to on
But digital gadget, he's sick, tragic
He's strict and kicked in the dick called
to me like it's mad at me
And I'll kill a if it gets much worse
I I'm not the first to be cursed 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, that's the answer
To all the questions I have
And it me like a cancer
How in the hell did I choose this
me my purpose
Maybe I this
I'm of being nervous
Here come the