Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile, Mass

A knockoff
The way he wore it made it look more like a
I looked 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 wounds
And she that she loved him

put the screws into Charlemagne
He had a dream he saw Christ in all his glory
Charlemagne didn't 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."
you hate these clever people
And all clever people parties

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

In the back bay getting gentle
Up against the fence some guy who looks like Mickey Mantle
Dirty minds keep 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 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 shirt with a collar and him Porky 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 overacting

on the corner are cracking and caving in
Turning over and other kids in
I never to make you feel uncomfortable
I hope I did

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

Charlemagne in sweatpants and you and me in Hostile,