Luyện nghe bài hát Liberty Cabbage

Sometimes I think You're to kill me
with your stars and
and sometimes, sometimes your Cabbage goes dry
but your arms are strong
your blood furies inside me.
Cities of gold, of purple,
Hot dogs and hamburgers on your laps,
While you sit and them kill me with their stars and stripes
while you sit and watch them kill me their stars and stripes
and sometimes, sometimes your liberty goes dry
but tears do from those eyes blue as the pacific
your table checkered as chessboards
And your smile is than the Continental Drift
But why do you,
Why do you sit and let them my friends and loved ones?
Sometimes I think you're to kill me
your stars and strips
and sometimes, I think you might succeed