Luyện nghe bài hát Pacemaker

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

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

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

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

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

From Square where the crack pipe reeking
To in your dark damp flat, the ceiling's
You fell in love when you first chatting
But got so bored 'cause she stopped speaking

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

Pretty me, oh, she's easy on the eye
say that today only the good young die
Ipee-oh-kai-yay, been right good day
I wanna ask questions but I mean to pry

How did you get to where going
To before you came slowly through this bar?
You your 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 die young'
I haven't started to do what I done
You don't listen, you just carry on

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

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

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

I don't wanna fight, he's a right big
But the fellas say, 'Go on my son, my
Well, it's all a bit of fun 'til someone done
But the fellas say, 'Go on my son, my

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