Luyện nghe bài hát I Shot A Warhol

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

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Nostrils of
Cocktail and kill
Scenes from a bad
Lived out in real
Who plays the
one's the victim
Violent and
They find positions

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

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

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

No game to to
The coke blinds you
Hope no aim
And its the that you "Eye" to
Steady with rifle
Pointed at idle
Open up the
With each fallen

is the cycle
Replace the
The next batch of
Can come hate the
Everybody thinks what they make is golden
When Lennon got
There were thoughts of
gonna do to impress the bitch
Which slow blow gets
When you get that

If notice
That you're to the focus
Surround with soldiers
and minded moments
Dark sticks, in whoever the biggest
Eye of the
Is dark, cold and
She you
Because she loves
Let's it all apart
From the to the finish

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

nothing but a slow pulse
If you just feeling it
friends and your folks
Can't adjust to you're dealing with
to trust
Now the lust got you it
wide shut
Now fucked
No it

Travel down the barrel towards the
Once in open
easy to lose sight
Don't down
You're bound to fall
If you do hit the
You're bound to back

The sound
She hated single song
But else
Seemed to sing along
along
The belief every thing is wrong
We all break in front of God
Before the break of

Open up the
To sex, drugs, and
Movies, songs,
is based on it
So we on it
Got a bullet your face on it
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I a Warhol
Dead with my
When the hit the hole
In the it whistled
Beautiful with no
A with no name
Glass full of cold
Chased it slow pain