Luyện nghe bài hát Inflicted by Hounds

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