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 was never enough
We want to pass out in yard, we want to pass out

Dressing in drag, your friend's clothes
While kissed 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 down on Avenue
Where the gas station lot prostitutes
Tried to fix their hair in our view mirrors
You know, we're just trying to get to the and shake our asses

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

God, put down your gun, you see we're dead?
God, put down your hand, we're not
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 realize
That you're lost in a fog on way to death
Oh, a thick black line, a thick black

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

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

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

God, put down gun, can't you see we're dead?
God, put down hand, we're not listening
God, put down your gun, can't you see we're
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