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

Sleep on made in Singapore
Wrapped in
Sweatin' through
coffee in the morning
Flown in on aeroplanes the vast seas

And your house is made of
Central air, central
You've got your furniture of board
Your doors are for, for safety

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

And you drink all long
And you through the morning
And if something doesn't
I'm just go, go fucking insane

And you sweep up the floor when it's
You do the dishes, when the full
And the refridgerator's empty
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 things on the that you don't wanna be so easily forgotten

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

But I'm not gonna anyone
What I'm really about
the conversations on the surface
Just keep on
Just keep on
gonna be alright
It's gonna be [x2]
[x11]