Luyện nghe bài hát Tin Machine

Tin machine, tin
Take me
Somewhere alcohol
Or goons with hair

Tin
Tin

Tin machine, tin
The zombies that I
The guy that his baby up
The preachers and their

Tin
Tin
Tin

Baby doll, doll
and prayer
There's more than money moving
There's mindless maggot

Working horrors, humping
Spittle on chins
Carving up my future
'em pal and grin

Raging, raging,
in my room
C'mon and get a idea
C'mon and get it

I'm waiting on the escape
I'm not exactly
I'm red or black or white
I'm and blown to hell

Tin machine, tin
some new computer thing that puts me on the moon
Not this psycho, time-bomb poised to meet it's maker
a leg

Tin machine, tin
One sick deathless duty to remain endangered
They reach right out to someone
wash their crusty hands

Tin
Tin

Baby doll, baby
suede tuneless wonders
Mass confusion, faithless
Night that out watchmen

up another fortune
Fractured and branca-sonic
Anger behind locked doors
And between the eyes

Raging, raging,
in my room
C'mon and get a idea
C'mon and get it

I'm waiting on the fire
I'm not well
I'm neither red or black or
I'm grey and blown to

Tin
Tin machine, tin
Tin machine, tin

Tin machine, tin
Take me