Luyện nghe bài hát Maximum Firepower

This for the shoeshine boy and the farmer in debt
Each string is barbed wire, 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, tonight I'll
this machine here, well, it kills fascists too
And don't be if the 'Sermon on the Mount'
The next time is in a little coffee house

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

There's a lonely of blacktop between here and home
Drop down the valley, piano playin' in the living room
When you see the white barn you'll the journey's through
My dog's barking in the '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 cheek but now I'm through
The you're in makes choices for you

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

You got twelve fine friends but one of 'em's
There's a hole out back, ain't got no
Forty in the wilderness, forty sleepless nights
I'm confused, half and sure I'm right

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

Officer, please, I be long
Called the radio station, this song
Now I had my about what I knew
So I turned it up and then it true

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

So seize the and storm the tower
And come with maximum firepower
For the of the father, the son, he must pay
The Nightwatchman giveth and he away

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

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

The strikes the hour, tonight we ride
The clock strikes the hour, we ride
The clock strikes the hour, we ride
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