Luyện nghe bài hát Nights Of The Living Dead

Well, the school kids, they're all fucked up
each other, oh my God
Yeah, and forty ounces was enough
We to pass out in your yard, we want to pass out

Dressing in drag, best friend's clothes
While boys boys 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
to fix their hair in our rear view 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, we're to death
We've got a of wine, a fresh pack of smokes
We're going to end up screaming about some garage sale

God, put down your gun, you see we're dead?
God, put your hand, we're not listening
The cut off
So we're at the top of our lungs.

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

So you speak up, better raise that voice
Come on, 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 and pull of everything
Oh, this of electricity
We are the living dead, yeah, the dead.
That's the way it is, That's the way always been

Oh, that snake past my house today
Oh, I he caught you on a dark highway
No, the clouds didn't part, they just grew 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 your hand, we're not
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 to fuck it up
I feel so and I feel