Luyện nghe bài hát Your Country

Your raised you, your country fed you
And like any other country it will break you
On front line you, tax the hell out you
And just like any country, it will lock you, up you

there'll be no judgment day
It would be kind of fun to see what would have to say
When the God preached would actually be there
And all who like The Stooges would go to fucking hell

Your country raised you, your fed you
And just like any other country it break you
On front line you, tax the hell out you
And just like any country, it will fuck you, up you

But even all the garbage that pour over our eyes
Does not prevent us from living most magical of

are all these countries and how did they appear?
And who cut up the cake and who brought up all this
Did it have to do anything with its will?
I know, I don't know, I don't know my dear

It's six in the morning, I'm in New Orleans
Sister paintings on your wall they will to me
And up later on we resume
To the rest of local Connections

Now think about that sweet girl

Sweet girl, sweet baby girl
baby girl, sweet baby girl