Luyện nghe bài hát You Should Be Ashamed Of Myself

Welcome to the end of the
Where everyone reeks of stale smoke, jokes
Stop me if heard this one
The ransom's over, where's my cut, cut, cut,

Skewered on an open
I you off the spit, pose for me
Paws and knees trace around the gash
all born fresh but now we rot, rot, rot, rot

I'm the bastard kid of a dead beat
You're just what I need to bring me
I've got enough for one more round
Is that good for you? Well, it's for me, baby

I'm the lucky son of a bitch you
To keep alive your losing
got one more trick up my sleeve
Does that for you? Well, it works for me, baby

you can't tear your eyes away
'Coz got such a pretty face
And a fucking mind

And I will outside the gates
But I won't leave till you show me what's on the
Well, I shake this lack of sleep
It feasts on me till you show me on the inside

I'm the kid of a dead beat town
You're just what I need to bring me
I've got enough strength for one more
Is that good for you? Well, good for me, baby

And our mothers sleep with lottery
Our fathers built the schemes
Nothing is what it seems
But it works for you it works for me

You just had yourself a
Of how sweet the could be
If you could just leave behind