Luyện nghe bài hát Slingshot Professionals

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

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

Fifty year old walking stick worn through the head
Carried like a saber on a limestone statuette
Oh, the littles can't decide which to lust for, which to
Imagination sits still with in a drawer

Lotta slingshots, song and dancing, blasting out lead paned
Then the wing whipped curtains sway this way giant Mockingbirds
Those damned lads and have forgotten how to play
Hard pressed to one, hard pressed to find one
Who ever learned how to