Luyện nghe bài hát Hold On To Your Genre

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

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

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

I never wanted
Like nothing this much.
I'd trade my state
For and such.
For once to stop buzzing
And the inside my head.
Can I please have nothing
before I'm dead?

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

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

Are you of being pretty?
Are you of being cool?
Are you beneath your makeup?
Or just an ghoul?