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

Sleep on made in Singapore
in comforters
Sweatin' through
coffee in the morning
Flown in on aeroplanes across the vast

And your house is of wood
Central air, heat
got your furniture of particle board
Your doors are for, for safety

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

And you all night long
And you sleep the morning
And if something break
I'm gonna go, go fucking 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, time, it's time, it's time, to go the store

You put books on a shelf
arranged in the closet
You hang the things on the that you don't wanna be so easily forgotten

I these songs
I the words
That the is singin' to me
I hate melody
I this stupid fucking drum beat

But I'm not gonna tell
What I'm thinking about
Keep the on the surface
keep on smiling
Just on saying
Everything's be alright
It's be alright [x2]
[x11]