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 out in your 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 were no longer
They kicked us out into the streets of Atlanta

So it's Friday night down on Avenue
Where the gas station lot prostitutes
to fix their hair in our rear view mirrors
You know, we're trying to get to the club and shake our asses

A caravan of kids, big old mess
On an old wooden dock, oh, we're to death
got a bottle of wine, a fresh pack of smokes
We're to end up screaming about some 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 golden
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 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 fucking

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 past my house today
Oh, I heard he caught you on a highway
No, the didn't part, they just grew into a storm
I can still hear the of the rolling thunder

God, put down your gun, can't you see we're
God, put down hand, we're not listening
God, put down your gun, 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 so alive and I feel