Luyện nghe bài hát Survival

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

The flames they you but my lips catch fire

I put up a sign said, "Grease the temple." Tomatoes.
It sounds like so hip me to the till.
We would rather belong than to spend our lives obfuscate by will
I feel lectric bass is up to Hill.

Survival. We fight over who along.
We let the dew drops us black and blue,
balloons write the songs. me like the the boy you knew
who sings his along, and
spins you a fool top.
How

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

Survival. We Fight over who 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 life along, and sings you a fool song.
How

Feet want to drag. You lucky Jew,
spot on. Let's see those fingers, hon.
Spit out gum and sing along.
Ooooyour luck is through. They all still speak of sweet decisions, son.
a suitcase junky bum.