Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. My Go

Hip-pocket flask at the
Step-light by the glass, yeah
Honey, what's that nail in my head?
Just a minute ago I was shooting from a
Yeah, I got a spur and a high shooting from a saddle

Oh Im deep in salt and shoe grease
Whipping the leather with a toothed crack
All the are candy, rot out my brain
With a nail twisting hot here
Nail twisting hot front up to

He didnt know this triumph is like waste
The smell of my youth in a paper sack
I'm gonna shake it night and throw it in the
Just it in the oven
You can warm it up soft it was a day old
Or as and hard like a coroner's wife

And I look in the rear mirror
With the headlights up there
Melt into wax, ice and candy
In vampire and black-eyed snowmen
teeth and black-eyed snowmen

It's a hundred degrees, my boots are to the tongue
Covered in aberration, souls are holes, yeah, in a frame
And souls are holes, its in the of a
Picture of a madman hanging on a
Picture of a hanging on a red wall

Down the on the right, all night, paces reverently Mr. My Go
Are you Let's hit that man
Let us hit, lets do this, lets hit man
Well, let's visit that that never come home
From a costume ball no one goes to
Man, let's visit the that never come home
Gone to the costume no one goes to alone