Luyện nghe bài hát Weekend Wars

Evil is I, Yes to a shore,
A that doesn't quiver anymore,
And we can crush some to paint my walls,
And I try to fight in the weekend wars
Was I? I was too lazy to
Or paint or write or try to a change.
Now I can a gun to kill my lunch
And I don't to love or think too much

Instant plans written on the sidewalk
mystics in a twisted metal car
Tried to the sound of light and love

Christ is of fathers and mother
Might even take a knife to a hill
Or scare the children off my lawn
us time to make the makeshift bombs
Every mess was a score
We use computers anymore
But difficult to win unless you're bored,
And you might have to plan for the wars

Try to break my heart, drive to Arizona.
It take a hundred years to grow an arm
sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold
Twisted diamond heart, I'm the warrior
My are the only things I have
I can amplify the sound and and love

I'm a and I'm a sound,
When I up my mouth,
There's a reason I win,
I know how to begin