Luyện nghe bài hát I Shot A Warhol

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

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of cocaine
Cocktail and kill
from a bad film
Lived out in time
Who plays the
Which the victim
Violent and
find their positions

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

She the sorrow
So that she swallows
But to tomorrow
Which will she follow
needs 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
Dead my pistol
the wind hit the hole
In the canvas it
Beautiful with no
A face with no
Glass full of fame
Chased it with slow

No to rise to
The side blinds you
Hope no aim
And its the that you "Eye" to
with that rifle
Pointed at your
up the spot
With fallen rival

This is the
the A-list
The next of faces
Can come hate the
Everybody that what they make is golden
When Lennon got
There were of holding
What'cha gonna do to impress the
Which slow blow picked
you get that itch

If they
That you're climbing to the
yourself with soldiers
and like minded
sticks, in whoever heart's the biggest
Eye of the
Is dark, and vicious
She you
Because she image
Let's it all apart
From the to the finish

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

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

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

The track
She hated single song
But else
Seemed to sing along
along
The belief every thing is wrong
We all down 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 your face on it
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I shot a
Dead my pistol
When the hit the hole
In the it whistled
with no frame
A face with no
full of cold fame
Chased it with pain