Luyện nghe bài hát Last Call For Russell's Balls

Russell's new uptight trust-fund princess
Stares her coke-burned nose and sets new rules
Forbids his to punk rock music
to burn his copy of The People's History

His is blank, bloodless, inexpressive,
All passion by the unhallowed leech

Call for Russell's Balls
The must be fed
Call for Russell's Balls
They're hanging by a

Russell says it's true love more like sick
A bitter brawl at in the street
Some cars have stopped to the loud commotion
Laughing at the wicked witch of West

Strings held tight a dancing marionette
A painted smile on a face

Call...

A phone woke up Russ in the middle of the night
As she reached down his trousers with scissors
and a
Caught the blades the amputation was complete
It seems the rearview mirror's where she
the meat

Born-again with pride, Russ her the broomstick
Says time for her to fly away forever...

Last saved Russell's balls
The Demon's turned red
Smoke shot out her
When he her of bed

He saved himself this
From the bride-to-be
So serpentine
Now she's a memory