Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile, Mass

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

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

They put the screws into
He had a dream he saw Christ in all his glory
didn't feel any pain
But he's from the holes in his story

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They met as he was angry and angsty
Yeah, she was a damned dancer
I'll be damned if didn't 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