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

Sleep on pillows made in
Wrapped in
Sweatin' sheets
Drinkin' coffee in the
in on aeroplanes across the vast seas

And house is made of wood
air, central heat
You've got your furniture of particle
Your doors are for, for safety

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

And you drink all night
And you sleep the morning
And if doesn't break
I'm just gonna go, go fucking

And you up the floor when it's dirty
You do the dishes, the sink's full
And when the empty
Well time, it's 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 don't wanna be so easily

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

But I'm not gonna tell
What I'm thinking about
Keep the conversations on the
Just on smiling
keep on saying
Everything's be alright
It's gonna be alright
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