Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile, Mass

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

She hung a dress up on a sleeved up lifestyle
Girl you gotta that
He was gushing blood from open wounds
And she decided that she him

They put the screws Charlemagne
He had a detox dream he saw in all his glory
Charlemagne feel any pain
But he's from the holes in his story

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

In the park Dark Bacardi
Thinking things are funny when they 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 guy who looks like Mickey Mantle
minds keep 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 that kept the sun off his neck
He up deep in Hostile, Massachussetts
Reaching out to try to the special effects

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

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

Kids on the corner are cracking and in
Turning over and turning other in
I never want to make you feel
I I never did

They met as kids he was and angsty
Yeah, she was a damned good
I'll be if they didn't 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