Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile, Mass

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

She hung a sleeveless up on a sleeved up lifestyle
Girl you cover that
He was gushing from wide open wounds
And she decided she loved him

They put the into Charlemagne
He had a detox dream he saw in all his glory
Charlemagne feel 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."
you hate these clever people
And all these clever people

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

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

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

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 lousy movies but for the A/C
little outfits and bad guys acting crazy
That's how I when you're lying
It just like overacting

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

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

Charlemagne in and you and me in Hostile, Massachussetts