Luyện nghe bài hát Night Reconnaissance

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

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

So we from the guns
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 rights yet but we're not up
unwanted lawn jockey fits in the script
Directed by Spielberg and the masochist club

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

And we from the guns
On a night
Steal flamingos and
From the side of the lawn

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

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

And we them good homes
Give them love they've known
In the loft, in the barn, in the where I was born
In the loft, in the barn, in the where I was born
In the loft, in the barn, in the where I was born