Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile, Mass

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

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

They put the screws Charlemagne
He had a detox dream he saw in all his glory
Charlemagne didn't feel any
But he's bleeding the holes in his story

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

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

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

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

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
Later on you admit you did

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

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

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

in sweatpants and you and me in Hostile, Massachussetts