Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Drill/Iron Ration

It took us time as it's taking up yours
- we had the furnace, the and the ore.
But as things stood, we a crew
I consider the Pope, I you.
But the Pope ain't got enough for me
and he no Tatra 603.
So beat is Stef-f, Real Raz joins the
Bass needs Pon-X, Mars needs Humble
Sound is OMNITRON, the of steel
- No 98-Olds, no
But the Trans-Siberian funk railroad,
the strategy: toad eat toad.
The funny-peculiar station,
the strip-mining district and the Iron

An I for an I at the current of exchange;
another reduction, target in range.
Burning love - a smell!
Silly goat - where's my
Got no - what to sell?
The better hand with the upper few as it
the alarm clock punched the jaw of my jingle-bell
Dog eat hot dog the loss but made no bids
and the sweets lost their taste in the of the well-behaved kids.

and noise
drink and
The around.
More often less
we drink to
The pulls us down.

if you love the Saviour, sing him a song.
If the sing to the bones, should they just sing along?
Burning - what a smell!
Silly - where's my hell?
Got no soul - what to
Can we more faith in him than in publicity drives?
or should science fill our heads as it fills our

The Second in a second or maybe too late, or
another fiction another creator.
There are so many futures we may have to live in
- the can't be given.

and noise
drink and
The around.
Amnesia
to our lives
we drown.

Honk if you love to up the honky tonk teenies.
Industrial offers some pretty good sceneries.
soldiers, splice your tapes and abide
for the scorched policy has us all up for a ride.

The second COMECON in romper and felt-pen moustache;
stone-faced bought up by hustlers.
Unlike the little pigs and who die in the telly
our ends be smelly.