Luyện nghe bài hát Pacemaker

Juveniles, hide your porno
The got problems at her yard
So she's packing up her bags full of
Her man got down Po Na Na
While the still in the kitchen
Smokes a fags

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How did you get to where going
To before you came moseying through this bar?
You started your race, Johny Cockerel wants his back
Give up the man he's a and nut bar

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

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

Mr. Skin stumbling, the road
And on the private property
back then it was the ranter banter
Young watched their young Pa's get cancer

Vagabond Sandy out for he missed her
Missed her so much that he drank the brewery
So sing-a-long Sam this is a about you
We all went out and we got

I don't wanna fight, a right big cunt
But the say, 'Go on my son, my son'
Well, it's all a bit of fun 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, he's a right big
But I'll knock him one, that, run, run