Luyện nghe bài hát Jason Dean Was A Teen Liberator

Yeah, dynamite
The way he his life
And you jump in
With your croquet heart

And then you fill with cancer
As he burns at feet
And then you spill your
That sexy disemboweling

It's like a kiss, kiss on the
And it's how you them
just cracks my skin through
It's time to steal another from your broad shoulders

It's time you my heart
And my eyes with your hip acid filled caress
You the endings coming
And keep the vomit flowing

Your mating calls are
That the thing in life aren't worth loving
What if I lined my lips with your poison then better kiss me
You'd better make me give in, make me your

and get your kiss on the forehead
We'll blame it on the projects
What an index that could for
your body is scarred from, the bombs on the first floor

We'll blame it on the housing
flaunt that lower class depression
Just you flaunt the fact
That you feel for nothing

18 years trying to get it
Ballistic hematoma to suck
The from the bombs