Luyện nghe bài hát Midday Crisis

When I saw his and I was a believer
It was the rifles
The and the Sega's
And the half a dead disciples

He to be the son of God
But like many a before him
he really was

And meanwhile a Maria
Leaves the hallowed of justice
a hail of phlegm and fire
From the assembled vigil-aunties and

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Mid day

Ippa dippa no operation
Too many people at the

Me of life's fall-out patients
Who wake up morning smiling
Stretching, yawning,
Cut in slices, toasted
When the mid day crisis comes

And no, I don't want to see your
I my faith with my taste for sausages and

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Mid day