Luyện nghe bài hát Inflicted by Hounds

Blistering outburts, like burning a bratwurst at the PTA's ordeal
Too bad you've erased all the times you've chased by some pre-schoolers new cannonball
Bandage the wounds inflicted by hounds and press the rib meat right inside
A dozen old ladies who from Hades have filed their art down to a point
No need, no no need no need, no need no need
No to be harried, whether unique or varied, you'll find the bigger lumps real tough to hide
Simply a lard ass, a festering mass, the tumors help the doctors decide, but
wrong, they're wrong, they're wrong
The catch of the day is now getting away 'cause the boy is losing his grip
His eye focus where his forefinger poke us but the blankets are soft and they're warm
They're warm, they're warm they're warm, they're warm, warm they're warm
While the kid in the street with the blood on his feet is handgun burritos with cheese
Ideas are like but they're harder to measure even with our new technology
wrong, they're wrong, they're wrong
(I was talking to my, my buddy Bernie, about these hooker people, fuckin' puke, I they eh..forget it)
Hundreds of potholes, and half full beer
Gazpacho, gestapo, gefilte,
Tiny childish to assassinate the tutor
A docile eye dog, who owns his own computer
The union workers ready willing and they're able
Elementary principle who drinks under the