Luyện nghe bài hát Survival

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

The flames they love you but my 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 cold obfuscate by will
I some lectric bass is up to Hill.

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

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

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