Luyện nghe bài hát Rat A Tat

Courtney, bitch.
(Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat hey)
No thesis for burning cities down at such a rampant rate
No graphics and no fucking PowerPoint
So they just DIY'd that and built their own bombs
She's his suicide blond, she's in gold

Are you for another bad poem?
One more off key
Let your teeth in
me as I was not as I am
And I "I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead,"
I kept wishing she had blonde ambition and she'd let it go to my

Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
If my love is a
There's no guessing when I say
Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
If my is a grenade
You the pin and say

We're all fighting old
We're all growing old
In the
Of a few more
To get on St. list
But you to lower your standards
it's never
Getting any than this

We are ashes of roses
kerosene's live
You settled score
This is where you to beg, unborn and unshaven
fields of fire to a congress of ravens
This is we do, we nightmare you

I'm about to make the roll backwards
And heart beat in reverse
Our guts can't be
As alone as a little white in the middle of the desert
burned
But I'll take your heart up two ways
I a bitter song
I'm the lonelier of you
I just don't where I went wrong

Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
If my is a weapon
There's no second guessing I say
Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
If my is a grenade
You the pin and say

all fighting growing old
We're all growing old
In the
Of a few more
To get on St. Peter's
But you to lower your standards
'Cause never
any better than this

(Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey)
It's
Getting any better than
(Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey)
It's
Getting any than this
(Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey)
It's
Getting any than this
(Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey)
never
Getting any better this

She's and she's wrong
young dirty blonde
And you sink her like a suicide bomb
He says "I've bigger"
She "I've lit better"
And they throw the down into the glitter
Not a dry eye in the house
Go boy, go boy, run for your
Go boy, go boy, run for your
Go boy, go boy, run for life

We're all growing old
We're all fighting old
In the
Of a few minutes
To get on St. Peter's
But you need to lower standards
it's never
Getting any better this

(Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey)
It's
Getting any better than
(Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey)
It's
Getting any better than
(Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey)
never
Getting any better this
(Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey)
It's
Getting any than this

Are you for another bad poem?