Luyện nghe bài hát Midday Crisis

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

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

And a black Maria
the hallowed halls of justice
Under a hail of phlegm and
From the vigil-aunties and uncles

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Mid day

Ippa dation no operation
Too many at the station

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

And no, I want to see your leaflets
I lost my faith with my taste for and

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Mid day