Luyện nghe bài hát Zzzonked

Mate, I'm zonked absolutely
I think I'm gonna my eyes up for lent
I'll use my sockets to stock stones
And an icy cold stare, I'll hide bones in your bed

Mate, please accept this invitation, so I can you away
'Cause there's a one in forty thousand
That Apophis will collide
With the in less than twenty years, oh my god
up for the knees up business

Instead of staring at your Stella for inspiration
Belt up and at your indignation
I ain't saying anything that could be as an apology
There's another case study for

I know, announce embargos and denounce our far foes
Ingrowing a syntax he knows
It's distance that separates us
Or are we all ethnocentric-ally inclined?