Luyện nghe bài hát Styloroc

After many weeks in the wilderness we upon a strange, exotic land.
A of happy hours,
Where the sky is always grey and the food greasy.
We drank brown liquids,
And our stomachs up like balloons.
A fake orgasms every night
thick dralon curtains.
go on and on and on and on.
We sank into mauve p.v.c. sofas.
Outside roamed the streets
And the rooftops glistened in the
But now grown so fat we can no longer pass through the door.
So we must,
Sprouting hair beneath bri-nylon underwear.
Yes, here we stay
nights of suburbia go on and on and on and on and on.