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

Sleep on pillows in Singapore
Wrapped in
Sweatin' through
Drinkin' coffee in the
Flown in on aeroplanes across the vast

And your house is made of
air, central heat
You've got furniture of particle board
Your are locked 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 night
And you sleep through the
And if something doesn't
I'm just gonna go, go insane

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

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

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

But I'm not gonna anyone
What I'm really thinking
Keep the conversations on the
Just on smiling
Just on saying
gonna be alright
It's be alright [x2]
[x11]