Luyện nghe bài hát Look Ma! No Fans! -or- Do You Want Fries With These Songs?

It's the of tragedy that keeps me hanging on
Did you think i didn't see you your eyes at that last song?
We've all got things to do
I'm a target for you 'boos'
The booze and pills just the shakes and softens up the news.

When i die i'm not gonna this
See, i'd do it, girl, i'd do it all the
Getting old on roads, so far away from home
Sweating out my drunk so you can me names.

When it ends we'll head down to our barstools
And drink away these memories
We were so fat, dumb, and grumpy, so tired, broke, and
But looking back it still great to me.

So drink that 40oz in the back room of this legion
Or smoke that out back in the parking lot
my Taco Bell is shooting right on through me
And my head and neck are up with snot.

'cause i die i'm not gonna regret this
See, i'd do it, girl, i'd do it all the
Getting old on these roads, so far away home
Sweating out my so you can call me lame.

Hey kids, we'll be in a month
See all of you back here once
Because this is the life chosen for ourselves
Here's to the apathetics, and friends.