Luyện nghe bài hát The Center Bullet

Dead shot the temple
In the temple heard the preacher
I bored you full of Lucretia
Saw you up in a ball
As if you swallowed own poison
as you crawled up to the altar
I watched the choir
Bawling in a of sacramental wine
You laced it but it tastes fine to me
Yes '89's a year
hear it now for bittersweet
Let's it now for good old '89
Let's hear it now for old '89
We our seats
We them stringing up a chicken
on kicking
As kicked away the chair
They fed it
We kept on staring sickened
As you pulled another
From my and fired
to nine
Count to
to nine
I it in my teeth
I licked it
I it
I chewed it a match
I flew a dozen stories to my stool a widow
Sure I'm but big enough
But I'm big to send a bullet through your head
A bullet the center of your head
I'll send a bullet through the center of head
bullet
Rent a
A through the center of your head
A through the center of your head
Center
Rent a