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

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

So me shit faced, 'Master of Disgrace'
I care 'cause my outer skin
Is thick like crust and a that's rusted out
Now, I'm on a

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

All the blacked out nights white out mornings
gray matter damagings
So call me Fat Fuck, punk rock
it straight 'cause I deserve

A verbal beating from an audience
And a melee no concern
Everybody wants to give a outta me
I give it but I'll give irresponsiveness

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

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

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