Luyện nghe bài hát I Shot A Warhol

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

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Nostrils of
Cocktail and kill
Scenes a bad film
Lived out in real
Who plays the
Which one's the
and fearful
They their positions

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

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

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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
Glass of cold fame
it with slow pain

No to rise to
The side blinds you
with no aim
And its the fuel you "Eye" to
Steady with rifle
Pointed at your
Open up the
With fallen rival

This is the
the A-list
The next batch of
Can come the famous
Everybody thinks that what make is golden
When Lennon got
were thoughts of holding
What'cha do to impress the bitch
Which slow gets picked
When you get itch

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

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

It's nothing but a pulse
If you stop feeling it
Your friends and your
Can't adjust to what you're with
Accustomed to
Now the got you killing it
wide shut
Now your
No it

Travel down the barrel the light
Once in open
easy to lose sight
Don't look
You're to fall flat
If you do hit the
You're to bounce back

The sound
She hated every single
But everybody
to wanna sing along
Bring
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 wind hit the
In the canvas it
Beautiful no frame
A face with no
Glass full of cold
Chased it slow pain