Luyện nghe bài hát Who The Fuck

I stole the bottle of gin from over the and ran
I knew I'd seen
I scarped giggles down the street
And hid 'round a on a side street

I heard him and the sound of his big feet
Against the paving, he was close

As he the corner
I sighted him up, down the of the gun
And on his expression
to one of horror, confusion jerked back the trigger

His was jolted back
By the force of the bullet, his flew forward
I saw a bright little rivulet of blood [unverified] the air
And I slid the gun into the of my trousers

Who the are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you at?
Who the are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you at?

Is there really a like feeling too much?
Can you really escape, the real?

There's a way of saying, a way of a shape
I feel a certain and it's complicated
It's not a square or a circle
It's like a crystal or a

It's clean, hard,
And it in an augmented kiss
It ends in an
(Demented)

Who the fuck are you at?
Who the fuck are you at?
Who the fuck are you at?
Who the fuck are you at?

Rock stars are not
full of this guy they call Satan
Kids stuff oozing their mouths

They wear the shoes of soldiers, shot by soldiers
Valium trotting
Squeezing their raspberry blood

I feel so stupid I wanna quit
Get out of it 'cus I hate this and everyone in it
The fat bald men who run it, the fat men

Who the are you looking at?
Who the are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you at?
Who the fuck are you at?