Luyện nghe bài hát I Shot A Warhol

I shot a
Dead with my
When the hit the hole
In the it whistled
with no frame
A face no name
Glass full of fame
it with slow pain

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Nostrils of
Cocktail and kill
from a bad film
Lived out in real
Who the hero
one's the victim
Violent and
They their positions

and ambition, the enemies inside you
Tendencies to listen, even when you're to
Pry through the
the myth
Try to impress the
acid trips
Mash lips against a cold hard bottle of
Washed up stars and old role

She loves the
So that she swallows
But talk to
Which will she follow
Everybody 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 shot a
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

No to rise to
The coke blinds you
Hope no aim
And its the fuel you "Eye" to
Steady with rifle
Pointed at your
up the spot
With each rival

is the cycle
Replace the
The batch of faces
Can come hate the
Everybody thinks that what they is golden
When got shot
There were of holding
What'cha gonna do to impress the
Which slow blow gets
When you get that

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

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

It's but a slow pulse
If you stop feeling it
friends and your 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 the light
Once in space
it's to lose sight
look down
You're bound to flat
If you do hit the
You're bound to bounce

The sound
She hated every song
But everybody
Seemed to wanna along
Bring
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,
Everything is on it
So we on it
Got a with your face on it
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I shot a
Dead with my
When the hit the hole
In the canvas it
Beautiful with no
A with no name
Glass full of fame
Chased it with slow