Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile, Mass

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

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

They put the screws into
He had a detox dream he saw Christ in all his
Charlemagne didn't feel any
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 these people
And all these people parties

In the park drinking Bacardi
Thinking things are funny when they really that funny
The kids on the they keep getting stung
The of our teeth matches the color of our tongues

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

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

He had no shoes and no
And they dressed him in a shirt with a collar and called him Pig
The two of you went up to his
Later on you admit you did

Seeing lousy movies but for the A/C
Skimpy little outfits and bad acting crazy
That's how I know when lying
It just like overacting

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

They met as kids he was and angsty
Yeah, she was a damned good
be damned if they 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,