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

It's the comedy of tragedy that me hanging on
Did you think i didn't see you roll your eyes at last song?
We've all got things to do
I'm just a for you 'boos'
The booze and pills just kill the 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
old on these roads, so far away from home
Sweating out my drunk so you can me names.

When it ends we'll just head to our barstools
And drink away rotten memories
We so fat, dumb, and grumpy, so tired, broke, and sick
But looking back it seems great to me.

So drink 40oz in the back room of this legion hall
Or smoke joint out back in the parking lot
While my Bell is shooting right on through me
And my head and are filling 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 from home
Sweating out my so you can call me lame.

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