Luyện nghe bài hát Junkyard

I lived in a junkyard
Where the weeds eat up the
If you get anything there even out of
You there's hell to pay

And he said "you're as sick as you are
And in of a hand"
He me "you are never worthy"
But I was just a you see
That's my

He had a little girl
and hard
With a breast plate made of
She all day in her rusty Buick
Her don't reach the pedals
He got a jar of
His father's
Where his should be
Her mouth is sewn
She screams with eyes
She with those eyes
She screams with eyes

She's as as she is lovely
And in of my hand, yeah he uses his hands
He tells her "you are worthy"
She was all you see
was her reality

Yeah!
Well I have been sleeping
Should have been
But I up to broken glass
be one more
Empty desk in my class
I got an old pocket knife
Tight in my right
To my poor mother from the junkyard man

He's as sick as he is
And in of a hand
He will know not worthy
When he dies you'll see
And his reality
I'm not sick, I am
is the curse of man

And I not feel unworthy
'Cause I have my hands you see
my reality, yeah