Luyện nghe bài hát Night Reconnaissance

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

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

So we hide the guns
On a reconnaissance
Steal and gnomes
the dark side of the lawn

No one can stop us, the script is a work of
No one has bought the rights yet but not giving up
Every unwanted lawn jockey fits in the
Directed by Spielberg and starring the masochist

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

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

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

And we hide from the
On a reconnaissance
flamingos and gnomes
From the side of the lawn

And we gave good homes
Give them love they've known
In the loft, in the barn, in the town 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