Luyện nghe bài hát I Shot A Warhol

I shot a
Dead with my
When the wind hit the
In the it whistled
Beautiful no frame
A face with no
Glass full of cold
it with slow pain

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

and ambition, the enemies inside you
Tendencies to listen, even when lied to
Pry the details
Unmask the
Try to the cast
With trips
Mash your lips against a cold hard of
Washed up stars and old models

She the sorrow
So that she swallows
But to tomorrow
walk will she follow
Everybody needs to be
Execute him for the that he created
of a sales martyr
Fire
If the hate doesn't you wanna die
Try

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I shot a
Dead with my
When the hit the hole
In the canvas it
Beautiful no frame
A with no name
Glass of cold fame
Chased it slow pain

No game to to
The coke side you
Hope no aim
And its the fuel you "Eye" to
Steady with rifle
Pointed at your
up the spot
With each fallen

This is the
Replace the
The batch of faces
Can come hate the
thinks that what they make is golden
When Lennon got
There thoughts of holding
What'cha gonna do to impress the
Which slow blow picked
When you get itch

If they
That you're to the focus
Surround yourself soldiers
and like minded
sticks, in whoever heart's the biggest
Eye of the
Is dark, cold and
She you
Because she loves
Let's it all apart
the start to the finish

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I shot a
Dead with my
When the hit the hole
In the canvas it
Beautiful no frame
A with no name
Glass full of cold
it with slow pain

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

Travel the barrel towards the light
in open space
it's easy to sight
Don't down
You're to fall flat
If you do hit the
You're bound to bounce

The sound
She every single song
But else
Seemed to sing along
Bring
The that every thing is wrong
We all break in front of God
the break of dawn

Open up the
To sex, drugs, and
Movies, songs,
is based 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
with no frame
A with no name
full of cold fame
Chased it with pain