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

It's the comedy of tragedy that keeps me on
Did you think i see you roll your eyes at that last song?
We've all got better to do
I'm a target for you 'boos'
The booze and pills just kill the and softens up the news.

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

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

So drink that 40oz in the back room of this legion
Or smoke that joint out back in the 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 roads, so far away from home
Sweating out my so you can call me lame.

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