Luyện nghe bài hát I Shot A Warhol

I a Warhol
Dead with my
the wind hit the hole
In the it whistled
with no frame
A face with no
Glass full of fame
Chased it slow pain

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of cocaine
Cocktail and time
Scenes a bad film
out in real time
Who plays the
Which the victim
Violent and
find their positions

Pride and ambition, the enemies you
Tendencies to listen, when you're lied to
Pry through the
the myth
Try to the cast
With acid
Mash your lips against a cold bottle of
Washed up and old role models

She loves the
So that she swallows
But to tomorrow
Which walk she follow
Everybody to be appreciated
Execute him for the masterpiece he created
Death of a martyr
starter
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 with no name
Glass full of fame
Chased it slow pain

No game to to
The coke blinds you
with no aim
And its the that you "Eye" to
Steady with rifle
Pointed at your
up the spot
With fallen rival

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

If they
you're climbing to the focus
Surround yourself soldiers
and like moments
Dark sticks, in heart's the biggest
Eye of the
Is dark, and vicious
She you
she loves image
Let's tear it all
From the to the finish

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

It's nothing but a slow
If you just stop it
Your and your folks
Can't adjust to what you're dealing
Accustomed to
Now the lust got you it
Eyes wide
Now your
No it

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

The sound
She hated every song
But else
Seemed to wanna along
along
The belief that 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 bullet with your on it
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I a Warhol
with my pistol
When the hit the hole
In the canvas it
Beautiful no frame
A with no name
Glass of cold fame
it with slow pain