Luyện nghe bài hát Hold On To Your Genre

Hold on to genre,
genre's got a hold on you.
Hold on to hair-do,
It's the only thing to onto.
Hold on to genre,
Your got a hold on you.
Get up on the vapor,
'Cause the solid's tough to on to.

There's a promise in the room.
See it in the bathroom.
You tell a little lie and you
Try to get us in bedroom.
You see our little lives and you
Try to drag you to your tomb.
I've been checking the of your
Red blazer.
Now I'm haunted by of the
I've found hid there:
All the you've vanished,
All the cards that killed,
All the that you've banished
With too pills.

Forever,
The pity,
The pleasure,
The privilege,
The pressure,
The
We sever.
The stillness,
It us,
But it's chills we crave.
The stillness will us when we fill in our graves.

I never wanted
Like nothing this much.
I'd trade my state
For and such.
For to stop this buzzing
And the lights my head.
Can I have truly nothing
Once I'm dead?

I've checking the seams of your
Red blazer.
And I'm seeing the lines of
Will and your list:
And you wish you nothing,
And you you were cold,
And you wish days meant
So you'd getting old.

in the day you loved the night,
And you would feast great delight.
A walnut coffin in silk,
And daughter's was mother's milk.
But now with rust red as dusk,
A wet mouth in a up husk,
You try to me one of "us."

Are you sick of pretty?
Are you sick of being
Are you alive beneath your
Or an un-dead ghoul?