Luyện nghe bài hát Jason Dean Was A Teen Liberator

Yeah, dynamite
The way he takes his
And then you in
your qicked croquet heart

And then you fill yourself cancer
As he burns at feet
And you spill your guys
That sexy chic

It's a kiss, kiss on the forehead
And it's how you kiss
That just cracks my skin
It's time to steal another kiss from your broad

It's time you my heart
And burn my eyes with your hip filled caress
You keep the coming
And I'll keep the flowing

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

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

We'll blame it on the projects
Then flaunt that lower class
like you flaunt the fact
That you can't feel for

18 years to get it right
Ballistic tries to suck
The scars the bombs