Luyện nghe bài hát Teen Heat

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

The Fifth Horseman stuffs the (oh oh oh..oh oh)
with singles until it's sick to stomach. (oh oh oh..oh oh)
He scouts the dumpsters for a cobweb
to into a superstar,
finds the of a skeleton without love,
turns it a commercial.

Prommageddon pit, smash hit. Prommageddon, topper.
song is gold like the color of piss [x2]
He shaves his sideburns into signs,
he mingles the band,
his made of vines.

A hot tub stuffed with gorgeous ass? (We it!)
Bronzed Mouth full of cash? (We need it!)
A sizzling tan? Life of the party? (We it!)
A mirror for every inch of your body? (We need it!)

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

So store your songs in the Prommageddon pit
the kids are spoiled rich
and they don't know from shit.