Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile, Mass

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

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

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

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

In the park drinking Dark
Thinking things are funny when they really that funny
The kids on the corner they keep getting
The of our teeth matches the color of our tongues

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

He had a painters cap, it "Panama Jack"
It had the on the back that kept the sun off his neck
He woke up in Hostile, Massachussetts
Reaching out to try to the special effects

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

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

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

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

Charlemagne in and you and me in Hostile, Massachussetts