Luyện nghe bài hát No. 11

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

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

Call us strange, give us jackets
10 ton chains keep us away from what we believe so leave
on our playground is what you get
And our rage is you will receive

Twinkle, lil' star, oh, I wonder where you are
You can't tell me nothing but I can tell you
I can you everything
(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
it feel good to get fucked by everybody?
No doe for da brain ticket, it's so dumb, my
again, Mr.Wicked

Second round knock out, stay da out
You won't da way we're 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 world
All ya envy cannot reach and all bullshit cannot teach me
teach me

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

No. 11