Luyện nghe bài hát Nostalgic Pushead

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

I am the raping gaze
Of sweating man and agencies
60's Alienation the anthem of
Now a knife slashing eyelids

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

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

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

Radio nostalgia is radio
I wanna cover on my wife
Hard nostalgia the Stones on CD
Tranquilized icons for the sweet

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

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

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

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

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

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