Luyện nghe bài hát Nights Of The Living Dead

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

Dressing in drag, best friend's clothes
While boys kissed in hotel rooms
Oh, and just when we thought we no longer lost
They 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, big old mess
On an old wooden dock, oh, bored to death
We've got a bottle of wine, a pack of smokes
going to end up screaming about some midnight garage sale

God, put down your gun, 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 so fresh, a golden prize
Until you scrape that knee and realize
That you're in a fog on your way to death
Oh, a black line, a thick black line

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

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

Oh, that snake slithered my house today
Oh, I heard he caught you on a highway
No, the clouds didn't part, they just grew a storm
I can still 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 gun, can't you see we're dead?
I said, "God put down your hand, we're not listening, oh, we were"

I want to it up
I feel so and I feel