Luyện nghe bài hát Maximum Firepower

This one's for the shoeshine boy and the in debt
string is barbed wire, each chord is a threat
This guy I met that never had a hit
Said, You don't gotta be loud, son, to be heavy as

Well, I'm the triggerman, baby, I'll prove
That machine here, well, it kills fascists too
And be surprised if the 'Sermon on the Mount'
The next is delivered in a little coffee house

'Cause somebody here's let them know
I doubt me but here I go
I hit the button, started to roll
Yeah, the song's got fire, got no soul

a lonely stretch of blacktop between here and home
Drop down into the valley, piano in the living room
you see the white barn you'll know the journey's through
My dog's in the backseat 'cause he knows it too

You'll need a fake and fix your disguise
And don't fire, sugar, 'til you see the of their eyes
I turned the other but now I'm through
The skin you're in choices for you

I was checking off names and I late to dinner
the slices of pie keep getting thinner and thinner
Brothers and sisters, and repent
The dead, you can keep the rent

You got twelve fine but one of 'em's rotten
There's a hole out back, got no bottom
days in the wilderness, forty sleepless nights
I'm confused, blind and sure I'm right

There's a stretch of blacktop between here and home
Drop into the valley, piano playin' in the living room
When you see the white barn you'll know the through
My dog's in the backseat 'cause he knows it too

Officer, please, I be long
Called the radio station, requested song
Now I had my doubts about I knew
So I turned it up and then it sounded

Kiss the if the Queen will let you
But come over the and the dogs will get you
On a rope the traitor, on a hook hung the meat
You and me are missing persons we're counted in the streets

So seize the time and storm the
And come correct with maximum
For the sins of the father, the son, he pay
The Nightwatchman and he taketh away

Thought hard this next line, pretty sure it's true
If you take a step towards freedom it'll two steps towards you
So, mister, I scared and, mister, I ain't worried
'Cause on that stretch of blacktop I sit as judge and jury

There's a lonely stretch of between here and home
Drop down into the valley, playin' in the living room
you see the white barn you know the journey's through
My barking in the backseat 'cause he knows it too

The clock strikes the hour, we ride
The clock the hour, tonight we ride
The clock strikes the hour, we ride
You've got more seconds to choose sides