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 rather be wrong than to burn forever, mired in achy blue

The flames love 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 some lectric is up to Hill.

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

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

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

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