Luyện nghe bài hát Nights Of The Living Dead

Well, the high school kids, all fucked up
each 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 best clothes
While kissed boys in hotel rooms
Oh, and just when we thought we no longer lost
They kicked us out into the dirty of Atlanta

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

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

God, put down your gun, can't you see we're
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 scrape knee and quickly realize
That you're in a fog on your way to death
Oh, a thick black line, a thick black

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

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

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

God, put down your gun, you see we're dead?
God, put down 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 to fuck it up
I so alive and I feel