Luyện nghe bài hát I Shot A Warhol

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

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of cocaine
Cocktail and time
Scenes from a bad
Lived out in time
Who the hero
one's the victim
Violent and
They find their

and ambition, the enemies inside you
Tendencies to listen, even you're lied to
Pry the details
Unmask the
Try to impress the
With acid
Mash your lips against a cold bottle of
Washed up stars and old models

She loves the
So that she swallows
But to tomorrow
Which walk she follow
Everybody needs to be
him for the masterpiece that he created
Death of a sales
starter
If the hate doesn't you wanna die
Try

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I a Warhol
Dead my pistol
the wind hit the hole
In the canvas it
Beautiful no frame
A face no name
Glass full of fame
it with slow pain

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

This is the
Replace the
The next batch of
Can come the famous
Everybody that what they make is golden
When got shot
were thoughts of holding
What'cha do to impress the bitch
slow blow gets picked
When you get itch

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

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I a Warhol
Dead my pistol
When the hit the hole
In the canvas it
with no frame
A with no name
full of cold fame
Chased it with slow

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

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

The sound
She hated every song
But everybody
Seemed to wanna sing
Bring
The that every thing is wrong
We all break down in of God
Before the of dawn

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