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 ounces was never
We to pass out in your yard, we want to pass out

in drag, your best friend's clothes
While boys kissed boys in hotel
Oh, and just we thought we were no longer lost
They kicked us out into the streets of Atlanta

So Friday night down on North Avenue
the gas station parking lot prostitutes
Tried to fix hair in our rear view mirrors
You know, we're just trying to get to the club and shake our

A of kids, some 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, can't you see we're
God, put down your hand, we're not
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 thick black line, a thick black

So you better speak up, better raise voice
Come on, scream loud, all you 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, 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 you on a dark 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, can't you see we're
God, put down your hand, not listening
God, put down your gun, can't you see we're
I said, "God put down hand, we're not listening, oh, we never were"

I want to it up
I so alive and I feel