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

Life is fast but I don't wanna live past you you're my only roots
I was the king of the drug booze thing now I've worn out the soles of my boots
So call me shit faced Master of Disgrace, I don't care my outer skin
Is thick like crust, and a liver that's rusted out, now I'm on a (for a better one)

Everybody wants to give a shit outta me I won't give it but I'll give
I gotta box 'cause my memory blocks me from remembering weeks
all the out nights into white out mornings, into grey matter damagings
So call me Fat Fuck, geriatric punk rock, it straight 'cause I deserve
a verbal beating from an audience (not bleeding), and a melee with no concern

Everybody wants to give a outta me, I won't give it but I'll give irresponsiveness
Everybody wants to drag me up again, I wanna go, but the prive goin up
down is simple and practical, laying low but keeping it cynical
I'm on the wagon and it's such a drag, without a key kick, shot, and a

Evidently no one like a or an old punk's bitterness
do I'm waitin for the tap on my shoulder 'cause all getting older not better
the laughs are no longer us (they're at us)
so me fat fuck geriatric punk shit face master of disgrace