Luyện nghe bài hát The Sound Of Ataris

the sound of kills working class men
who know that never drive fast cars again
are broken the cello is burnt
pictures of babies are covered dirt
elbows are bleeding the sneakers holes
decaying have decaying goals
throw it away set free
run to the don't worry 'bout me

i have lots of friends and the has no end
and time is your money and i've got to spend
on the outside of being removed
from forgotten theories i proved

i have lots of and my life is pretend
and i'll run and i'll run and i won't
how my feet stick out the desert breeze
and people drink coffee inside trees
renaissance uncles and aunts
have polar fleece in old navy pants
heroes all published and pianos upgraded
and laptops for hearts that are and serrated
carve me a pawn, carve me a
make me the queen of my own
gather branches and make me a cane
for when it hard to support my own weight

i have lots of friends and what's will mend
i'm bo peep and my sheep are the dreams i
small and unruly and wearing your
pictures of are covered with dirt

i have lots of friends and the road is my
and my thoughts are all stupider when they don't
over and wrap and around
pictures of babies are all
and they're buried down in the ground

i have of friends
i have of friends
i have of friends
i have of friends

the of ataris kills me and my friends
'cause we know that never go back there again
sometimes we play
but it's not the