Luyện nghe bài hát Who The Fuck

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

I heard him huffing and the of his big feet
Against the paving, he was getting

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

stars are not cool
They're of this guy they call Satan
Kids stuff oozing from their

They wear the shoes of dead soldiers, shot by
horses trotting
Squeezing through their raspberry

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

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