Luyện nghe bài hát Taste The Floor

All the pool hall, hustling
beat the panzies and then I'll go
out to the bar, to pick a
main some redneck then hit the
why am I in a mood like this
I don't know, ain't no
this nagging feeling, that got won't quit
I no pain and I don't give a shit

Left, right, the floor
two, four, move-out the

Music magazines with on the front
they dress women, their message is blunt
they their money, but they're doing it wrong
ass and writing radio songs
bying records and seeing their shows
the general public likes their hose
I'm not as younged as I to be
but still be thrashing at a hundred and three
(you'll see)
but they think I'm psycho, they I'm deranged
I wear my leather, but I'm not strange
I walk the streets but I hate I see
like a book by cover, they're judging me
(fuck off!)