Luyện nghe bài hát Lynchtown U.S.A.

Oil up your shotgun for the time of your
And tell the wife that you won't be tonight

Lock up your daughters in the shack
And jump in the back of my truck, all right

We're gonna go downtown the action is
gonna plug a couple nigger-lovin' communists
We're never ever gonna hear from them again

And it's open season, so fire!
We got for brains and guns for hire!

It's a dirty job, but that's the price you to pay
Here in
Lynchtown, USA!

Call up my uncle, he's the of police,
The of peace, and the circuit judge besides

round up a couple of the good ol' boys
We gotta make some noise, but let's our hoods behind

We gotta show these long-hairs where at
With crosses and baseball bats
And they'll never ever be seen or heard

And in Lynchtown, nobody sings
They don't know they were or know what they did
So it's the thing

And it's open season, so fire!
We got shit for and guns for fire!

It's a dirty job, but the price you have to pay
Here in
Lynchtown, USA!