Luyện nghe bài hát Nimrod's Son

One night upon my motorcycle the desert speed
And it smashed my body so that all my friends I was dead
My sister held me close and whispered to my bleeding
"You are the son of a fucker"

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I all night and held her hand
Chocolate people, well I'll be
Land of plenty, of fun
To find out I'm son

Oh me
Far please, bury me

The joke has come me

In my mirror I think about the life I've led
And how my soul's been aching all the holes where I have
My image to me, yes to me and often said
"You are the son of union"

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Now my head is clear, my luke washed
My daughter's pure, my son is
of plenty, land of fun
To out I'm Nimrod's son

Oh me
Far away please, me

The joke has come me