Luyện nghe bài hát Straight To Hell

If you can on the fiddle
How's a British jig and reel?
Speaking king's in quotation
As railhead towns feel the steel rust
froze in the generation

Clear as ice
This is paradise

ain't no need for ya
There ain't no for ya
Go straight to hell,
Go to hell, boys

You join in a chorus of the Amerasian blues?
When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi city
Kiddie say papa, papa, papa,
Papa san, me home

See me got photo,
of you
And mama, mama, san of you
And mama, mama, san

Let me me 'bout your blood bamboo kid
It ain't Coca Cola, it's

Go to hell, boy
Go to hell, boy
Go to hell, boy
Go to hell, boy

Oh papa san, please, take me
Oh papa-san, everybody, they go home
So san says

Mama san
So san says
So san says

You wanna mind crazed banjo
On the druggy drag USA
In International
Ah, USA

Where proves
The purest man groove
And rat
The volatile molatov

Go to hell
Go to hell

Can you it up
Loud and
The
wanna sing all night long

It be anywhere, most likely
be any frontier, any hemisphere
It's no land

There ain't no here
King Solomon, he lived 'round here

Go straight to hell,
Go straight to hell,
Go straight to hell,
Go straight to hell,

Go to hell, boys
Go to hell, boys
Go straight to