Luyện nghe bài hát Nights Of The Living Dead

Well, the school kids, they're all fucked up
each other, oh my God
Yeah, and ounces was never enough
We want to out in your yard, we want to pass out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, that snake slithered past my house
Oh, I he caught you on a dark highway
No, the clouds didn't part, they grew into a storm
I can still hear the sound of the rolling

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

I want to it up
I so alive and I feel