Luyện nghe bài hát Night Reconnaissance

Nothing is than children who come from good homes
Gotta forgive them I guess, but whose are you on?
Driving around the old town I it all
my lunch box and Tampax all over the hall
And said

You are a cokehead, we know from your clothes
You are a worshiper, oh, that's evil
you're poet, a folksinger posing, no
A player? You've got to be kidding us all

So we hide from the
On a night
Steal flamingos and
the dark side of the lawn

No one can us, the script is a work of genius
No one has bought the yet but we're not giving up
Every unwanted lawn jockey in the script
Directed by and starring the masochist club

Marion looked like hell stuck in that shell
Give us some light and God's love
We what you've been dreaming of
us a light and God's pure love
We know what you've dreaming of
Give us light and God's pure love
We're taking you to Hollywood, oh,

And we from the guns
On a reconnaissance
Steal and gnomes
From the side of the lawn

One a socialist cokehead, could be dressed in my clothes
One plays a Satanist worshiping all that's
Ones a poet who starts up a band of his own
One plays a volleyball player, with both the wrists broke

And we from the guns
On a night
Steal and gnomes
From the dark side of the

And we gave good homes
Give love they've never known
In the loft, in the barn, in the town I was born
In the loft, in the barn, in the town where I was
In the loft, in the barn, in the where I was born