Luyện nghe bài hát Turn Those Clapping Hands Into Angry Balled Fists

Sleep on pillows made in
Wrapped in
through sheets
Drinkin' in the morning
Flown in on aeroplanes across the vast

And your house is made of
air, central heat
You've got furniture of particle board
Your doors are locked for, for

And you walk in leather
of denim, a black cotton sweatshirt
And you do you do
'cause doing, you start to form a

And you drink all night
And you sleep through the
And if something break
I'm just gonna go, go insane

And you sweep up the floor when it's
You do the dishes, when the sink's
And the refridgerator's empty
Well it's time, it's time, time, it's time, to go the store

You put your books on a
Clothes in the closet
You hang the things on the wall that you wanna be so easily forgotten

I hate these
I hate the
the singer is singin' to me
I this melody
I this stupid fucking drum beat

But I'm not gonna tell
What I'm thinking about
Keep the conversations on the
Just keep on
Just keep on
Everything's gonna be
It's gonna be [x2]
Alright