Luyện nghe bài hát Wore Out The Soles Of My Party Boots

Life is fast but I don't live past you
'Cause you are my roots
I was the king of the drug, thing
Now I've worn out the of my party boots

So call me shit faced, of Disgrace'
I don't care my outer skin
Is thick like crust and a liver that's out
Now, I'm on a

Everybody wants to a shit outta me
I won't give it but give ambivalence
I gotta box 'cause my memory blocks me
From remembering

All the blacked out into white out mornings
Into gray matter
So me Fat Fuck, geriatric punk rock
Give it straight I deserve

A verbal beating from an bleating
And a melee no concern
Everybody wants to give a outta me
I won't it but I'll give irresponsiveness

Everybody wants to drag me up
I wanna go but the price keeps up
Going down is and practical
Laying low but keeping it
I'm on the wagon and such a drag
Without a key kick, and a drag

no one likes a quitter
Or an old punk's
So I'm for the tap
On my shoulder 'cause we're all older not better
The laughs are no longer us

So call me Fat Fuck, geriatric
me Fat Fuck, geriatric punk
Call me Fat Fuck, punk
faced, Master of Disgrace