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

They put the into Charlemagne
He had a detox he saw Christ in all his glory
didn't feel any pain
But bleeding 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 clever
And all these people parties

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

In the back bay getting gentle
Up against the fence with guy who looks like Mickey Mantle
minds 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 woke up deep in Hostile,
out to try to touch the special effects

He had no and no pants
And they dressed him in a shirt with a collar and 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 guys crazy
how I know when you're lying
It looks 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

met as kids he was angry and angsty
Yeah, she was a damned dancer
I'll be damned if they disappear
Wandered out of mass one day and faded into the fog and love and fear.

in sweatpants and you and me in Hostile, Massachussetts