Luyện nghe bài hát Trash Flavored Trash

I've
twenty-two years in zoo of broken faces.
Parents, and school children watch me sit on this nest, naked.

There's a in a cage,
making to a switchblade.
a man behind bars,
milking cars.
a priest in shackles,
building out of bibles.
And piano vines and the men in the pines.
That round, and round, and round, and round, and round.

(come on, on!)
Take me to the pit of pregancies.
(come on, on, come on!)
I wanna the skin of a magazine baby.
(come on, on!)
Take me to the pit of pregancies
(come on, come on, on!)
the five news is a fucking fantasy.

I stole the from the beggar's death bowl
in this zoo of faces.
I told a widow she was beautiful,
when of her smile was missing.
And I've done all my
gun plus gun equals bang bang.
And done my division;
into trash equals trash flavored trash.

I wanna see more places
(Around, around, around, around, around)
me to the hall of filthy faces
(Around, around, around, around, around)

There's a girl chicken wire coughing up ghosts.
There's a housewife in a cage, vacuums all day.
There's a boy in a speaking in resumes.
And the with no eyes
on the carousel that spin
round and round and and round and round.

and, payed my admission.
and, paid my submission.
and, I've the petition.
and, I've my addition.
and, I've my division.
yeah, done my division.
done my division;
trash into equals trash flavored trash.