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
you gotta cover that
He was gushing blood wide open wounds
And she decided that she him

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

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

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

In the back bay fens getting
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 up deep in Hostile, Massachussetts
Reaching out to try to touch the effects

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

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

Kids on the corner are and caving in
Turning and turning other kids in
I never want to you feel uncomfortable
I I never did

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

in sweatpants and you and me in Hostile, Massachussetts