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 a dozen dead disciples

He to be the son of God
But like many a fruitcake him
Maybe he was

And meanwhile a Maria
Leaves the hallowed halls of
Under a hail of and fire
From the assembled and uncles

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Mid day

dippa dation no operation
Too many at the station

Me rest of life's patients
Who wake up every morning
Stretching, yawning,
Cut in slices, toasted
When the mid day comes around

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

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Mid day