Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile, Mass

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

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

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

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

In the park Dark Bacardi
things are funny when they really ain't that funny
The kids on the corner keep getting stung
The color of our teeth the color of our tongues

In the bay fens getting gentle
Up against the fence with some guy who like Mickey Mantle
Dirty keep coming thru the mud
The of their eyes matches the color of our blood

He had a cap, it said "Panama Jack"
It had the on the back that kept the sun off his neck
He up deep in Hostile, Massachussetts
Reaching out to try to touch the special

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

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

Kids on the are cracking and caving in
Turning over and other kids in
I want to make you feel uncomfortable
I hope I did

They met as kids he was and angsty
Yeah, she was a damned good
I'll be damned if didn't disappear
Wandered out of mass one day and faded the fog and love and faithless fear.

Charlemagne in sweatpants and you and me in Hostile,