Luyện nghe bài hát I Shot A Warhol

I shot a
Dead my pistol
When the wind hit the
In the it whistled
Beautiful with no
A face no name
Glass of cold fame
Chased it with slow

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of cocaine
Cocktail and time
Scenes a bad film
Lived out in real
Who the hero
Which one's the
Violent and
They their positions

Pride and ambition, the inside you
Tendencies to listen, even when lied to
Pry the details
the myth
Try to the cast
With trips
Mash your lips against a cold bottle of
up stars and old role models

She loves the
So much she swallows
But to tomorrow
Which walk she follow
Everybody to be appreciated
Execute him for the masterpiece he created
of a sales martyr
Fire
If the hate doesn't you wanna die
Try

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I a Warhol
with my pistol
When the wind hit the
In the canvas it
Beautiful with no
A face no name
Glass of cold fame
it with slow pain

No game to to
The side blinds you
with no aim
And its the fuel you "Eye" to
Steady with rifle
at your idle
Open up the
With fallen rival

This is the
the A-list
The next batch of
Can come the famous
Everybody that what they make is golden
Lennon got shot
There were thoughts of
What'cha gonna do to the bitch
Which slow gets picked
you get that itch

If notice
That climbing to the focus
Surround with soldiers
and like moments
Dark sticks, in heart's the biggest
Eye of the
Is dark, and vicious
She you
Because she image
tear it all apart
From the start to the

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I shot a
with my pistol
When the wind hit the
In the it whistled
Beautiful with no
A face no name
Glass of cold fame
Chased it with pain

It's nothing but a slow
If you just feeling it
Your and your folks
adjust to what you're dealing with
Accustomed to
Now the got you killing it
Eyes wide
Now fucked
No it

Travel down the barrel the light
Once in space
it's to lose sight
Don't down
You're bound to fall
If you do hit the
You're bound to bounce

The sound
She hated single song
But everybody
Seemed to sing along
along
The belief that thing is wrong
We all down in front of God
Before the of dawn

Open up the
To sex, drugs, and
Movies, songs,
Everything is on it
So we on it
Got a with your face on it
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I a Warhol
Dead with my
When the wind hit the
In the canvas it
Beautiful with no
A face with no
full of cold fame
Chased it with pain