Luyện nghe bài hát Nights Of The Living Dead

Well, the high school kids, they're all up
each other, oh my God
Yeah, and ounces was never enough
We to pass out in your yard, we want to pass out

Dressing in drag, your friend's clothes
While boys boys in hotel rooms
Oh, and just when we thought we no longer lost
They kicked us out the dirty streets of Atlanta

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

A of kids, some big old mess
On an old wooden dock, oh, bored 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 your gun, can't you see we're dead?
God, put down your hand, we're not
The cut off
So screaming at the top of our lungs.

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

So you better speak up, better raise voice
on, scream 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, this nightmare of
We are the dead, yeah, the living dead.
That's the way it is, That's the way it's been

Oh, that slithered past my house today
Oh, I heard he you on a dark highway
No, the clouds didn't part, they just grew into a
I can still the sound of the rolling thunder

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