Luyện nghe bài hát Scowling Crackhead Ian

Scowling Ian
I forget your face
You were a foul human
way on saint marks place
A thug when we were both pour
A life struggling for one quarter
In sixth grade that's what mug me for
A switch blade pressed up to my
So I for my next
Save streats few
My nerves grew near the second avenue
I soon learned how to steer clear of a crook or a
And I'm still here
And so are you
Forever been crackhead Ian
It was your kid if we spoke it
You were an insane human
Whether you ever did or didn't really it
I'd know that tall thin brand
All sun burned and grimm since ten or years old
I guess yesterday is
still intend our souls
An I guess our mom's places're still on rent controll
I was wick,small,sad,sag,punier guy
You was as big,tall and bad back in high
No sight of someone's face has ever been
You'd come me from street fighter one or space harrier
again, crackhead Ian
I can't forget your foul face
My human being
I know we're both still planted on saint-marks
We've lived our lifes in close parallel
Within this or five blocks we both know so well
You must have grew up near the former theater or old groce
I'm you're aware of me here
But oh I can't
It seems you never outgrew your greedy enrage
I still see you look so mean now we are middle-aged
I was used dropping last at you loughing to tell
About bashing some dude with a chair till he
I slipped fast by you talking fear in our would touch
Drifting past by new that it all changed so much
I've known your live story sure it's rotten and though
But hoe long before these roles for us have gotten old
You must've had it so kid
I wonder
Forged by a portion of love or fortune
lightning or goes thunder
You're a bad one Ian
A sad son and sun big
But of all the best kids downtown in our pre-team
It's you and me left I think
How till you notice
How long untill you shake my
How long untill old man-neighbours
Last man of the vanished plant
We never even did names
You were an evil kid from the
we played these arcade games
That life grate in the 80's
Me and Ian
Me and Ian
Ryding into the night of an east-village dream these games in the street and the head and...