Luyện nghe bài hát Pacemaker

Juveniles, hide your porno
The girl's got problems at her
So she's packing up her bags full of
Her man got down Po Na Na
the madre still in the kitchen
Smokes a 20-deck

Body bags come on planes from war torn Iraq
It's the stark truth, a dark aftermath
Baby T, the and the dog just barks
Remember man the bully had the last laugh

It was a blast last down the old 12 Bar
White socks, black with the ballads in the car
With a lump in a throat she won't
Twos on a cigarette it's all blah

obli obla dah glug down liquor
Life goes on for all the day
Starts off small but it's gonna get
By the end of letter it may all be better

Well, she's always asking with the who, and how
The say, 'Ooh, la, la'
Well, if I had another chance I'd do it now
And the say, 'Ooh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la'

From Square where the crack pipe reeking
To in dark damp flat, the ceiling's leaking
You fell in love when you started chatting
But got so bored 'cause she never stopped

Consider son on the bad behavior
He's all the freebies, delivering the papers
You us, shake down fakers
Oh, you'll never get nowhere, I'm the pacemaker

Pretty please me, oh, easy on the eye
Some say today only the good young die
Ipee-oh-kai-yay, it's been right day
I ask questions but I don't mean to pry

How did you get to where you're
To before you came slowly through this bar?
You started race, Johny Cockerel wants his money back
Give up the man a fruit and nut bar

Oh, I gotta see the GP, coughing up
And the doc says, 'Stop or you're going die
I even started to do what I done
You young don't listen, you just on

Well, we heard this before when your song got
Get a son, why? 'Cause you're always drunken
We're not just skivvy sunken
Humdrum drum, drum, fast die young

Mr. Skin stumbling, the rocky
And trespassers on the property
Remember back then it was the banter
Young watched their young Pa's get cancer

Vagabond Sandy crying out for he her
her so much that he went drank the brewery
So sing-a-long Sam this is a song you
We all out and we got pissed-ola

I wanna fight, he's a right big cunt
But the fellas say, 'Go on my son, my
Well, all a bit of fun 'til someone gets done
But the say, 'Go on my son, my son'

Well, I'm more likely to up and run
But the say, 'Go on my son, my son'
Ah fuck it, well, a right big cunt
But knock him one, fuck that, run, run