Luyện nghe bài hát Justify The Thrill

Break away, break
on and nod
Carelessly with matches
Telling you, odd
Foolishly, he it burn
Aware of different
And so he makes his a fist
And looks at what he rapes

And who am I to say I don't it?
And if feelin' better the thrill
An' who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that
I

Sing a of sixty pence
For a pocket of rye
And kill all that you
To ensure that he die
Chase him from the square
Or hang him a tree
And tell his they best beware
Because he's different me

And who am I to say, I understand it?
And if feelin' better the thrill
An' who'd be stupid enough to say it have to be that way?
I

Twinkle, twinkle star
We you in our sights
Dangerous, we this far
The serpent with delight
The head on a stick does grin
As we teeter on the
singin', you are all my children
My islands than you think

And who am I to say I don't it?
And if better justifies the thrill
An' who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that
I

I will, ah
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