Luyện nghe bài hát No. 11

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

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

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

Twinkle, twinkle lil' star, oh, I 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 Tell me buddy
Does it feel good to get fucked by
No doe for da ticket, it's so dumb, my friend
again, Mr.Wicked

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

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

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

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