Luyện nghe bài hát Turn It Down

Hit me
on

Do ya me?

So your old man went and you a degenerate bum
And you there crockin' on ya cinnamon gum
And your mom was knockin' at sister's brain
And you couldn't help thinkin' what she to gain

Just then that walked in the door
And knocked you to the
You said, "Hey man, you're on some of trip"
He said, "Don't me no lip"

Just turn it down, on turn it down
I can't no more of that God awful sound
So for God's sake turn it

Now the suspicious of your learned friends
eat away at your kind 'til the music ends
And the creep that taught you you know
Will hypocritically ask you what the you know

He'll go out and around
Then go without a sound
You said, "Hey man, you're some monk"
He said, "Listen here, you punk"

Just it down, come on turn it down
I can't take no more of that God sound
So for sake turn it down

Turn it down, turn it down
on turn it down, I said, "Turn it down"
Come on it down, just turn it down
I can't no more of that God awful sound
So for sake turn it down