Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile, Mass

A knockoff
The way he wore it it look more like a tourniquet
I deep in his eyes
I saw Lynn,

She hung a sleeveless up on a sleeved up lifestyle
Girl you gotta that
He was gushing blood from open wounds
And she decided that she him

put the screws into Charlemagne
He had a dream he saw Christ in all his glory
didn't feel any pain
But he's from the holes in his story

He said, "Hey my is corey.
I'm really into hardcore. People me Hard Corey."
Don't you hate clever people
And all these people parties

In the park drinking Bacardi
Thinking things are funny when they really ain't funny
The kids on the corner they keep stung
The color of our matches the color of our tongues

In the back bay fens gentle
Up against the with some guy who looks like Mickey Mantle
Dirty minds keep coming the mud
The color of their matches the color of our blood

He had a painters cap, it "Panama Jack"
It had the flaps on the back kept the sun off his neck
He woke up deep in Hostile,
Reaching out to try to touch the effects

He had no shoes and no
And they dressed him in a shirt a collar and called him Porky Pig
The two of you went up to his
Later on you wouldn't you did

Seeing lousy movies but for the A/C
Skimpy outfits and bad guys acting crazy
That's how I know you're lying
It looks just overacting

Kids on the corner are and caving in
Turning over and other kids in
I never want to make you uncomfortable
I hope I did

They met as kids he was angry and
Yeah, she was a good dancer
be damned if they didn't disappear
Wandered out of mass one day and faded into the fog and love and fear.

Charlemagne in and you and me in Hostile, Massachussetts