Luyện nghe bài hát Lynchtown U.S.A.

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

Lock up your daughters in the hickory
And in the back of my pick-up truck, all right

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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