Luyện nghe bài hát The International Tweexcore Underground

I bet you twenty pounds if you ten years ago
How pretty you'd turn out
You'd never have gotten ears pierced
But I never got my ears pierced and look how I out

And the last time you tried listening to music
And fiction at the same time
You never finished the but you finished
The with your chin on your knees, like you belong

And I never about Henry Rollins
Amelia Fletcher never meant to me
But the Tweexcore Underground
save us all

Getting the laptop by a professional
make me a pawn and stamping harder
On your FX pedal, won't make you feel any any more
Oh, you said gotta bite the hand that feeds
But I was sucking on the fingertips of a civil servant

Said, how you gonna bring the down
you're propping it up?
With radio
And skimmed and soppy bows
Just you're scared to be alone

And I cared about Ian MacKaye
Calvin Johnson never meant to me
But the Tweexcore Underground
save us all

Ooh, this city is run by fucking
And though you say my friend
You're not, one of them

And I cared about whatever
Records never meant anything to me
But the Tweexcore Underground
save us all