Luyện nghe bài hát Rat A Tat

Courtney, bitch.
(Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat hey)
No thesis existed for burning cities down at such a rampant
No graphics and no fucking presentation
So they just DIY'd that shit and built their own
She's his suicide blond, she's in gold

Are you for another bad poem?
One off key anthem
Let teeth sink in
me as I was not as I am
And I said "I'll check in if I don't wake up dead,"
I kept wishing she had blonde ambition and let it go to my head

Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
If my is a weapon
There's no second guessing I say
Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
If my is a grenade
You the pin and say

all fighting growing old
We're all growing old
In the
Of a few more
To get on St. Peter's
But you need to lower your
it's never
Getting any than this

We are ashes of roses
kerosene's live
You settled your
This is where you come to beg, unborn and
Killing fields of fire to a congress of
This is we do, we nightmare you

I'm about to make the sweat backwards
And your beat in reverse
Our guts be reworked
As alone as a little white church in the of the desert
burned
But I'll take heart served up two ways
I sing a song
I'm the lonelier of you
I just don't where I went wrong

Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
If my love is a
There's no second when I say
Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
If my is a grenade
You the pin and say

all fighting growing old
We're all fighting old
In the
Of a few minutes
To get on St. list
But you to lower your standards
'Cause it's
Getting any better than

(Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey)
It's
any better than this
(Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey)
It's
Getting any better this
(Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey)
It's
Getting any better than
(Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey)
never
Getting any than this

sick and she's wrong
She's dirty blonde
And you sink her like a suicide bomb
He says "I've bigger"
She "I've lit better"
And throw the matches down into the glitter
Not a dry eye left in the
Go boy, go boy, run for life
Go boy, go boy, run for life
Go boy, go boy, run for life

We're all growing old
We're all growing old
In the
Of a few more
To get on St. list
But you need to your standards
it's never
Getting any better this

(Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey)
It's
Getting any better than
(Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey)
It's
Getting any better than
(Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey)
It's
any better than this
(Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey)
It's
any better than this

Are you for another bad poem?