Luyện nghe bài hát Hive

Do you they could see us in this base circumstance
You with blood on knees and me with my hand down your pants?
If a lad wears a dress then will want his sex?
As his buy butt sex operation, decision time's come
At the end of our lives
We're out of the / We must be groovin'
We're out of the hive / in the of the black and white minstrels
What do you call him, or flat bone?
He's a sensitive artist / Come on, leave him alone
got to watch the blind / I said you've got to watch the blind
On the day of the festival / The bleakest afternoon of the season
All drones everywhere from mildewed states of unconsciousness
and go to celebrate their condition in the abandoned greens
where the is down
with its revolving towers of burning colored
and its tin can music, its people and fumes
Drunks everywhere
and paw each in the half-light at the edge of the confusion
Out of the
We be groovin'
We're out of the
We're out of the
out of the hive now
We as well come and die
out of the hive
in the of the black and white minstrels
Hallelujah!
Do you think they can see us? Oh, I do hope can
They can do me a favor and you where you stand!