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

Sleep on pillows made in
in comforters
Sweatin' through
Drinkin' in the morning
Flown in on aeroplanes the vast seas

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

And you walk in leather
Pants of denim, a black sweatshirt
And you do you do
'cause doing, you start to a habit

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

And you sweep up the floor when it's
You do the dishes, when the full
And when the empty
it's time, it's time, it's time, it's time, to go the store

You put books on a shelf
Clothes arranged in the
You hang the things on the that you don't wanna be so easily forgotten

I hate these
I hate the
the singer is singin' to me
I hate melody
I hate this stupid fucking drum

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