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 was never enough
We want to 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 when we we were no longer lost
They kicked us out into the dirty of Atlanta

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

A caravan of kids, some big old
On an old wooden dock, oh, we're to death
We've got a bottle of wine, a fresh of smokes
We're going to end up screaming 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 prize
Until you scrape that knee and quickly
That you're in a fog on your way to death
Oh, a thick black line, a thick line

So you better speak up, better 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 that fucking

Oh, the push and of everything
Oh, this nightmare of
We are the dead, yeah, the living 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 still hear the sound of the rolling

God, put your gun, can't you see we're dead?
God, put down your hand, not listening
God, put down your gun, you see we're dead?
I said, "God put down hand, we're not listening, oh, we never were"

I to fuck it up
I so alive and I feel