Luyện nghe bài hát Pacemaker

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

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

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

Bloody obli obla dah glug liquor
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 the who, where 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 Square the crack pipe reeking
To in dark damp flat, the ceiling's leaking
You in love when you first started chatting
But got so 'cause she never stopped speaking

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

Pretty please me, oh, easy on the eye
say that today only 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 where going
To before you came slowly through this bar?
You started your race, Johny Cockerel wants his money
Give up the man he's a and nut bar

Oh, I gotta see the GP, up lungs
And the doc says, 'Stop or you're going die
I haven't even started to do what I
You young listen, you just 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 sunken
Humdrum drum, drum, live die young

Mr. Skin stumbling, the road
And trespassers on the private
Remember back it was the ranter banter
Young sons watched their young get cancer

Sandy crying out for he missed her
Missed her so 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 say, 'Go on my son, my son'
Well, all a bit of fun 'til someone gets done
But the fellas say, 'Go on my son, my

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