Luyện nghe bài hát Inflicted by Hounds

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