Luyện nghe bài hát Night Reconnaissance

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

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

So we from the guns
On a reconnaissance
Steal and gnomes
From the dark of the lawn

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

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

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

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

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

And we them good homes
Give them love they've never
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