Luyện nghe bài hát Nostalgic Pushead

One, two, three,
Five, six, seven,

I am the raping sunglass
Of sweating man and escort
60's the anthem of care
Now a knife constantly slashing

Slavery to the
Slavery to the
to the pleasure
to the God

Slavery to the
to the chord
Slavery to the
to the God

They dig the new scene and parties
Where Stonehenge is worshiped and a deity
Vicarious thrills their youth
We follow, we no voice, the dead

nostalgia is radio death
I wanna diamonds on my wife
Hard nostalgia the Stones on CD
icons for the sweet paralyzed

Slavery to the
Slavery to the
Slavery to the
to the God

Slavery to the
to the chord
Slavery to the
to the God

So cool, the new sound of the
Thinks it's so fresh not a post Elvis
All taste is nothing old pictures dried
Rebellion, it sells at a profit

I am a of fashion in Soho Square
My tie is Paul or Gaultier
My cheeks red as my favorite port
But, hey, cocaine cholesterol at bay

to the beat
Slavery to the
to the pleasure
to the God

Slavery to the
to the chord
Slavery to the
Slavery to the God, God