Luyện nghe bài hát No. 11

So we got this far and still wonderin'
Why we do shit in our own way
(Why? Why?)

First round knock out, get da out
Why ya understand the way we're actin' all day?
(Die, die)

us strange, give us strait jackets
10 ton chains won't keep us away what we believe so leave
Suspension on our playground is you get
And our rage is what you receive

Twinkle, twinkle lil' star, oh, I where you are
You can't tell me nothing but I can tell you
I can tell you
(But you get it)

But you get it
But you get it
But you get it
But you get it

Yeah, your problem? Tell me buddy
Does it good to get fucked by everybody?
No doe for da ticket, it's so dumb, my friend
again, Mr.Wicked

Second round knock out, stay da out
You won't understand da way actin' all day
(You get it)
All bullshit makes me sick, to all ya punks, suck my dick
(You get it)

Twinkle, twinkle, little girl, a black stain in ya intact
All ya envy cannot reach and all this cannot teach me
Cannot me

Twinkle, twinkle, little girl a black in your intact world
All ya thoughts can never teach me

No. 11