Luyện nghe bài hát Number One (In New York)

Salvage yard scavenging, over backwards
The are vast
And packed to the rafters with corpses
Of course it's
Pertinent details from primary
The are louder than ever before
forks into four-legged horses
Deplorable forces conspire to fire the
And to a guy who will try to eat more of the portions
A guy who's more boorish, a guy who's more
With as his helpers
Hopeless masses are dopes, they suppose
It's the same old that we know
It's as as a rodeo
Run the bulls
All the bullshit is so, so
Open wounds, bones
Choking from smoking these Marlboro
Dysfunctional, up in front of the public
is so far away
It's disgusting the way that laymen conduct their discussions
But it's fun to disrupt if you're cussing
Then I call my own bluff, my luck
Hungry husbands are smuggling in
With their blood bubbling,
Recoil from the touch of the in the club
Noise erupts from the
scream from the bleachers
Creatures in of a teacher
The reason is as a really bleached t-shirt
The fever is its peak
The deceivers are speaking of peace like reachable
The evil are peeking cracks in the steeple
it, it's real, 'tis the season
I'm breathing in poison, heaving
Can't even conceive of the next best
"Arrest heathens!
the trial, lock 'em up, toss the key"
Dot the T's, cross the I's, lots of
up boxes of bucks
To stay lost in the fog of obnoxious process
My is quiet, ensconced in the tarpit
Cover the garden with
Forget and get onto the
off to another dimension
The too expensive here
Spent my whole pension my penmanship
When does it get any closer to
And can I mention the stench?
It's relentless when in the presence of elegant
The villains taken their vengeance
I regret to say they've collected the
Repent and every entrance is open to tenants with references
Declare president of the emptiness
Say I'm Rembrandt of on the precipice
Eleven years in and trying to stay
But on what's left of the remnants of my intestines
I would guess ingested the medicine
Yes, I've everywhere
But that I've been
been out of my element, even in my own skin
And I can't to think what I'd tell people back home

So I it to the microphone
(I it to the microphone)
I tell it to the

(I it to the microphone)

I can't leave the life

(I can't leave the alone)
I can't the life alone - yeah

I it to the microphone

(I it to the microphone)
I tell it to the
(I it to the microphone)

I can't leave the alone
(I leave the life alone)
I can't leave the life - yeah