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

Sleep on pillows in Singapore
in comforters
Sweatin' sheets
Drinkin' coffee in the
Flown in on aeroplanes across the seas

And house is made 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 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 doesn't break
I'm just go, go fucking insane

And you sweep up the floor when it's
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
Clothes arranged in the
You hang the things on the wall that you don't be so easily forgotten

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

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