Luyện nghe bài hát No. 11

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

First round knock out, get da out
Why can't ya understand the way we're actin' all
(Die, die)

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

Twinkle, twinkle star, oh, I wonder where you are
You can't tell me nothing but I can tell you
I can you everything
(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 ticket, it's so dumb, my friend
again, Mr.Wicked

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

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

Twinkle, twinkle, little a black stain in your intact world
All ya thoughts can never teach me

No. 11