Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile, Mass

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

She a sleeveless dress up on a sleeved up lifestyle
you gotta cover that
He was gushing blood from wide wounds
And she decided that she him

They put the into Charlemagne
He had a detox he saw Christ in all his glory
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."
Don't you these clever people
And all clever people parties

In the drinking Dark Bacardi
Thinking things are funny when they really ain't that
The kids on the they keep getting 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 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 flaps on the that kept the sun off his neck
He woke up in Hostile, Massachussetts
Reaching out to try to touch the special

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

lousy movies but only for the A/C
Skimpy little outfits and bad 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 turning kids in
I want to make you feel uncomfortable
I I never did

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

Charlemagne in sweatpants and you and me in Hostile,