Luyện nghe bài hát No. 11

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

round knock out, get da fuck out
Why can't ya understand the way we're actin' all
(Die, die)

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

Twinkle, lil' star, oh, I wonder where you are
You tell me nothing but I can tell you anything
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, what's your problem? me buddy
Does it feel good to get fucked by
No doe for da brain ticket, so dumb, my friend
again, Mr.Wicked

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

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

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

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