Luyện nghe bài hát The Center Bullet

Dead through the temple
In the temple heard the screech
I bored you full of Lucretia
Saw you up in a ball
As if you swallowed your own
Followed as you up to the altar
I watched the choir
Bawling in a bath of wine
You it but it tastes just fine to me
Yes a good year
Let's it now for bittersweet
hear it now for good old '89
Let's it now for good old '89
We our seats
We watched them up a chicken
Kept on
As kicked away the chair
fed it strychnine
We on staring sickened sordid
As you another bullet
my belt and fired
Count to
to nine
Count to
I caught it in my
I it clean
I it
I it struck a match
I flew a dozen to my stool behind a widow
Sure I'm but big enough
But I'm big to send a bullet through your head
A bullet through the center of your
I'll send a bullet through the center of your
Center
Rent a
A bullet through the center of your
A through the center of your head
Center
a bullet