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

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

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

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

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

Oh, the push and pull of
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 house
Oh, I heard he you on a dark highway
No, the clouds didn't part, just grew into a storm
I can still hear the sound of the thunder

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

I to fuck it up
I feel so and I feel