Luyện nghe bài hát Inflicted by Hounds

Blistering outburts, like burning a at the PTA's playground ordeal
Too bad you've all the times you've been chased by some pre-schoolers new cannonball
Bandage the wounds inflicted by hounds and press the rib right back inside
A dozen old ladies who visit Hades have filed their art down to a point
No need, no no need no need, no need no need
No need to be harried, whether or varied, you'll find the bigger lumps real tough to hide
a lard ass, a festering hard mass, the tumors help the doctors decide, but
They're wrong, wrong, they're wrong
The catch of the day is now getting away the strong boy is losing his grip
His eye cannot focus where his forefinger poke us but the blankets are and they're warm
They're warm, they're warm they're warm, they're warm, they're they're warm
While the kid in the street with the blood on his feet is eating handgun with cheese
Ideas are like treasure but they're harder to even with our new technology
They're wrong, wrong, they're wrong
(I was to my, my buddy Bernie, about these hooker people, fuckin' puke, I think they eh..forget it)
Hundreds of potholes, and half beer bottles
Gazpacho, gestapo, gefilte,
Tiny childish plans to the tutor
A docile seeing eye dog, who his own computer
The union workers ready willing and they're able
Elementary who drinks under the table