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

There's a in the back 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 death tomb.
I've been checking the of your
Red blazer.
Now I'm by dreams of the
I've found hid there:
All the you've vanished,
All the that you've 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 fill us when we fill in our graves.

I never wanted
nothing half this much.
I'd gladly trade my
For and such.
For to stop this buzzing
And the inside my head.
Can I please truly nothing
before I'm dead?

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

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

Are you sick of being
Are you of being cool?
Are you alive your makeup?
Or just an ghoul?