Luyện nghe bài hát Nights Of The Living Dead

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

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

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

A caravan of kids, some big old
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 screaming at the top of our lungs.

We are so fresh, a golden prize
Until you scrape that and quickly realize
That lost in a fog on your way to death
Oh, a black line, a thick black line

So you better speak up, better 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 fucking 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 been

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 still hear the sound of the rolling

God, put your gun, can't 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 your hand, not listening, oh, we never were"

I want to it up
I so alive and I feel