Luyện nghe bài hát Who The Fuck

I stole the bottle of gin over the counter and ran
I knew I'd seen
I scarped stifling down 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 close

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They the shoes of dead soldiers, shot by soldiers
Valium horses
Squeezing their raspberry blood

Sometimes I feel so stupid I 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 are you looking at?
Who the fuck are you at?
Who the are you looking at?
Who the are you looking at?