Luyện nghe bài hát Custer (Live)

Have one!
Dat-dat-da, dat-dat-da,
Dat-dat-da, dat-dat-da, dat-dat-da-da-da!

Half alive and stark, raving in the line front
on the purpose of this commercial-free interruption
Due to the prolific nature of statement
Listener aggression is

strange, whenever I see a gun
I about just how petty you are
And it blows my fucking
Yeah, it blows my mind!

days, I never seem to get enough
I'm tired of shit, I want to go up
waste my fucking time
Don't my fucking time!

Because anything
Gets crushed by people
With and ignorance
And all coven equals

This one, it special
made of clay
I'm for the punishment
I it's on my way

Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck me up ...

is my disease
It's secondhand, but you me
The son of a is on his knees
The last man gets no pity

on a toilet wall
I read the you form along
To a life, they're for my life
And I find a truth

Something so and now it's sitting there
Surrounded by the damage of the
Another victim of the

Now I've saying this for years
But you don't it
I hell and I fight fear
Because I it

and insults
Your choice, wanna be difficult
You to win the war?
Know what you're for

Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck me up ...

is my disease
It's secondhand, but you me
The son of a bitch is on his
The last man gets no pity

With angel eyes and seeds
You're missing what you really
all is said and done, you see
The last man standing no pity
(No pity) ...
Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck me up ...