Luyện nghe bài hát Nights Of The Living Dead

Well, the school kids, they're all fucked up
Touching other, oh my God
Yeah, and forty ounces was enough
We to pass out in your yard, we want to pass out

in drag, your best friend's clothes
While boys boys in hotel rooms
Oh, and just when we thought we were no lost
They kicked us out into the dirty of Atlanta

So it's Friday night on North Avenue
Where the gas station lot prostitutes
Tried to fix their in our rear view mirrors
You know, just trying to get to the club and shake our asses

A caravan of kids, big old mess
On an old wooden dock, oh, bored to death
We've got a bottle of wine, a fresh pack of
We're going to end up screaming about midnight garage sale

God, put down gun, can't you see we're dead?
God, put down hand, we're not listening
The cut off
So we're at the top of our lungs.

We are born so fresh, a prize
Until you scrape that knee and quickly
That you're in a fog on your way to death
Oh, a thick line, a thick black line

So you speak up, better raise that voice
on, scream loud, all you girls and boys
Let's get wild, wild, wild, rejoice
C'mon, c'mon, I want to hear that fucking

Oh, the push and pull of
Oh, nightmare of electricity
We are the living dead, yeah, the dead.
That's the way it is, the way it's always been

Oh, snake slithered past my house today
Oh, I heard he caught you on a highway
No, the clouds didn't part, just grew into a storm
I can still hear the sound of the thunder

God, put down your gun, can't you see dead?
God, put down your hand, not listening
God, put down your gun, can't you see dead?
I said, "God put your hand, we're not listening, oh, we never were"

I want to it up
I feel so and I feel