Luyện nghe bài hát Pacemaker

Juveniles, your porno mags
The girl's got problems at her
So she's packing up her full of rags
Her man got from Po Na Na
While the madre still in the
a 20-deck fags

Body bags come back on planes from war torn
the stark naked truth, a dark aftermath
Baby T, the juice and the dog barks
Remember man the always had the last laugh

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

Bloody obli obla dah glug down
goes on for all the day trippers
Starts off small but it's get bigger
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 Trafalgar where the crack pipe reeking
To in your dark flat, the ceiling's leaking
You fell in love when you first started
But got so bored she never stopped speaking

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

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

How did you get to you're going
To before you slowly moseying 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, up lungs
And the doc says, or you're going die young'
I haven't even to do what I done
You young don't listen, you carry on

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

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

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

I wanna fight, he's a right big cunt
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 fellas say, 'Go on my son, my
Ah it, well, he's a right big cunt
But knock him one, fuck that, run, run