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 on a side street

I heard him huffing and the sound of his big
the paving, he was getting close

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

His body was jolted
By the force of the bullet, his feet flew
I saw a bright little rivulet of blood into the air
And I slid the gun into the of my trousers

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

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

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

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

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

Rock stars are not
They're full of this guy call Satan
Kids stuff oozing from mouths

wear the shoes of dead soldiers, shot by soldiers
Valium trotting
Squeezing through their blood

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

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