Luyện nghe bài hát Survival

I put up a
sad
to the temple
in the middle
with no hands, no to hit me like you do
I would rather be wrong to burn forever, mired in achy blue

The they love you but my lips catch fire

I put up a sign said, "Grease the temple." Tomatoes.
It sounds nothing so hip me to the till.
We would rather belong than to spend our lives cold by will
I feel some lectric is up to Hill.

Survival. We over who comes along.
We let the dew beat us black and blue,
write the songs. Mistreat me like the the boy you knew
who sings his along, and
you like a fool top.
How

I put up a
sad
to the temple, start in the middle with no hands
no hands to hit me like I
You can these long words
and sentences obscenes you like
I I'm missing;
bait, just off the

Survival. We over who comes along. We let the dew drops beat us black and blue,
light the lawns. Treat me like the the boy you knew
who swings his along, and sings you like a fool song.
How

Feet don't to drag. You lucky Jew,
you're spot on. Let's see fingers, hon.
Spit out gum and sing along.
Ooooyour luck is through. all still speak of your sweet decisions, son.
About a suitcase bum.