Luyện nghe bài hát Teen Heat

I wanna tell you about the Horseman of the Apocalypse.
C'mon and watch him his legs and birth another diva.
Prommageddon pit, hit. Prommageddon, chart topper.
Your song is gold the color of piss [x2]

The Fifth Horseman stuffs the (oh oh oh..oh oh)
with until it's sick to it's stomach. (oh oh oh..oh oh)
He the dumpsters for a cobweb guitar
to polish a superstar,
finds the gurgle of a skeleton love,
turns it a commercial.

Prommageddon pit, hit. Prommageddon, chart topper.
Your song is gold like the color of piss
He shaves his sideburns into signs,
he with the band,
his mustache of vines.

A hot tub stuffed with gorgeous (We want it!)
lips? Mouth full of cash? (We need it!)
A sizzling Life of the party? (We want it!)
A full-length for every inch of your body? (We need it!)

And he steals your teen heat
it a lot like...

So your songs here in the Prommageddon pit
because the kids are spoiled
and they don't shit from shit.