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

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

And your is made of wood
Central air, central
You've got furniture of particle board
doors are locked for, for safety

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

And you all night long
And you sleep the morning
And if doesn't break
I'm just go, go fucking insane

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

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

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

But I'm not gonna anyone
I'm really thinking about
Keep the conversations on the
Just on smiling
Just on saying
gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
Alright