Luyện nghe bài hát Your Country

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

Unfortunately be no judgment day
It be kind of fun to see what they would have to say
When the God they preached would actually be
And all who didn't The Stooges would go to fucking hell

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

But even all the garbage they pour over our eyes
Does not prevent us living most magical of life's

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

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

Now think about that baby girl

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