Luyện nghe bài hát Nights Of The Living Dead

Well, the school kids, they're all fucked up
Touching other, oh my God
Yeah, and forty ounces was 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 we thought we were no longer lost
kicked us out into the dirty streets of Atlanta

So it's Friday night down on North
the gas station 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, we're to death
We've got a bottle of wine, a pack of smokes
We're going to end up screaming 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 so fresh, a golden prize
Until you that knee and quickly realize
That you're in a fog on your way to death
Oh, a thick line, a thick black line

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

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

Oh, that snake slithered past my today
Oh, I heard he you on a dark highway
No, the clouds didn't part, they grew into a storm
I can still hear the 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 to fuck it up
I feel so alive and I