Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile, Mass

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

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

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

He said, "Hey my is corey.
I'm really into hardcore. People call me Corey."
you hate these clever people
And all these clever people

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

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

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

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

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

on the corner are cracking and caving in
Turning over and turning other in
I never want to make you feel
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 one day and faded into the fog and love and faithless fear.

Charlemagne in and you and me in Hostile, Massachussetts