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

Sleep on made in Singapore
Wrapped in
Sweatin' sheets
Drinkin' coffee in the
Flown in on aeroplanes across the vast

And your house is of wood
Central air, heat
You've got your 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 start to form a

And you all night long
And you through the morning
And if something break
I'm just go, go fucking insane

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

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

I hate these
I the words
That the singer is to me
I hate this
I this stupid fucking drum beat

But I'm not gonna tell
I'm really thinking about
Keep the conversations on the
Just on smiling
Just on saying
gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
[x11]