Luyện nghe bài hát Junkyard

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

And he said "you're as sick as you are
And in of a hand"
He tells me "you are worthy"
But I was just a you see
my reality

He had a sick girl
Dirty and
With a plate made of metal
She drives all day in her rusty
Her feet don't reach the
He got a jar of
His father's
Where his heart be
Her mouth is together
She screams those eyes
She with those eyes
She with those eyes

She's as as she is lovely
And in of my hand, yeah he uses his hands
He her "you are never worthy"
She was all you see
was her reality

Yeah!
Well I should have been
Should been dreaming
But I wake up to glass
be one more
Empty desk in my class
I got an old bone pocket
in my right hand
To save my poor from the junkyard man

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

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