Luyện nghe bài hát Candidate

I'll you a deal, like any other candidate
We'll pretend we're walking home your future's at stake
My set is amazing, it smells like a street
There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your
scrawled on the wall "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses"
Who wrote up in other bars

I'm having so fun with the poisonous people
Spreading rumors and and stories they made up
make you sing and some make you scream
One makes you that you'd never been seen
But a shop on the corner that's selling pappier mache
Making bullet-proof faces, Manson, Cassius clay
If you it, boys, get it here, thing

So you out of line
"I want you! I you! Anyone out there? Any time?"
butch little number whines, "Hey dirty, I want you
When it's good, it's really good, and it's bad I go to pieces"
If you it, boys, get it here, thing
Well, on the street where you I could not hold up my head
For I put all I have in bed

On another floor, in the of a car
In the cellar like a church the door ajar
Well, I guess we've must be looking for a different
But we can't stop trying 'till we break up our
the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights
Who press you on the while shaking in fright

I guess we could cruise down one more
With you by my side, it should be
buy some drugs and watch a band
Then jump in the holding hands