Luyện nghe bài hát Who The Fuck?

I the bottle of gin from over the counter and ran,
I knew I'd been seen. I scarpered stifling 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 rounded the corner
i sighted him up down the barrel of the gun and on
his expression to one of horror + confusuib jerked
back the trigger. His body was jolted by the force of
the bullet + his feet flew foward. I saw a little rivulet
of blood are into the air and I the gin into the waistband
of my trousers.

Who you fuckin at?
Who the fuck you at?
Who the you lookin at?
Who the you lookin at?

Is there really a thing like feeling too
Can you really escape + numb the
There's a way of saying, a way of sayin a shape - I a
certain and it's complicated it's not like a square or
a circle It's crystal or diamond, it's clean, hard,
unfathomable and it ends in an kiss
It ends in an augmental

Who the you lookin at?
Who the fuck you at?
Who the you lookin at?
Who the you lookin at?

Rock Stars are NOT
They're full of his guy call satan,
Kids stuff oozing from mouths.
They wear the of dead soldiers shot by soldiers, valium
horses trotting squeezing through their blood.
Sometimes I feel so stoopid I wanna - get out of it cus
I this world and everyone in it - The fat Bald men who
run it - the fat men

Who the you lookin at?
Who the fuck you at?
Who the fuck you at?
Who the fuck you at?