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 stifling down the street
And hid 'round a corner on a street

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

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

His body was jolted
By the force of the bullet, his feet forward
I saw a little rivulet of blood [unverified] into the air
And I slid the gun into the waistband of my

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

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

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

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

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

Rock are not cool
They're full of this guy they call
stuff oozing from their mouths

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

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

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