Luyện nghe bài hát Slingshot Professionals

Calculated entry in the of circumspection
Reasoning, bargaining the few drams of spirits
The serum of one's foolishness, oh, and truth be told in a pint head
Sixteen ounces of warlord dripping down the side of the glass

Yeah, we're 'cross the family's land with bagpipes and drums
Oh, the skirts are flying high, me boys, let's 'em in the shins
No matter nothing knowing, nothing owing, the garden, save
Of a crooked, hobbled, garish man, oh, sundown in his
Oh, in his

year old walking stick worn through the lion's head
Carried proud like a saber on a statuette
Oh, the littles decide which to lust for, which to desecrate
Imagination sits still with marbles in a

Lotta slingshots, song and dancing, blasting out lead windows
Then the whipped curtains sway this way like giant Mockingbirds
Those damned and lasses have forgotten how to play
Hard pressed to find one, pressed to find one
Who learned how to sing