Luyện nghe bài hát Your Country

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

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

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

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

What are all these countries and how did they
And who cut up the and who brought up all this gear?
Did it have to do with its people's will?
I don't know, I 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 salutations
To the rest of Tribal Connections

Now think about that sweet girl

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