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 enough
We want to pass out in yard, we want to pass out

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

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

A caravan of kids, big old mess
On an old dock, oh, we're bored to death
We've got a bottle of wine, a fresh of smokes
We're to end up screaming about some midnight garage sale

God, put down gun, can't 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 and quickly realize
That lost in a fog on your way to death
Oh, a black line, a thick black line

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

Oh, that snake slithered my house today
Oh, I he caught you on a dark highway
No, the clouds didn't part, they just into a storm
I can hear the sound of the rolling thunder

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

I want to it up
I feel so alive and I