Luyện nghe bài hát No. 11

So we got this far and you're wonderin'
Why we do in our own kinda way
(Why? Why?)

round knock out, get da fuck out
Why ya understand the way we're actin' all day?
(Die, die)

Call us strange, us strait jackets
10 ton chains won't keep us away what we believe so leave
on our playground is what you get
And our rage is what you will

Twinkle, twinkle lil' star, oh, I where you are
You tell me nothing but I can tell you anything
I can tell you
(But you get it)

But you get it
But you get it
But you get it
But you get it

Yeah, what's problem? Tell me buddy
Does it feel to get fucked by everybody?
No doe for da brain ticket, it's so dumb, my
again, Mr.Wicked

Second round knock out, da fuck out
You won't da way we're actin' all day
(You get it)
All this makes me sick, to all ya punks, suck my dick
(You get it)

Twinkle, twinkle, little girl, a stain in ya intact world
All ya envy cannot reach and all bullshit cannot teach me
teach me

Twinkle, twinkle, little girl a black stain in your world
All ya envious thoughts can teach me

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