Luyện nghe bài hát Pepper And Salt

watching Dawn of the Dead while I on my head, ooh
think you're down in the dumps, wait till person jumps on you
when a zombie picks you up and open your head you find yourself dead
it isn't my fault, some and salt ought to fix it up

I waved the wand, now it's gone beyond control
don't let the dead men in, there's a in the soul

do you know I mean when I speak of machine, oh
it's a symptom of fear, it's a black gear, no
it's another dawning of the moon, much like a typhoon, or a monsoon
it isn't my fault, some pepper and ought to fix it up

don't want to reminisce of the dead this, you don't
risen from shallow graves, made to be our slaves, but won't

(hey mon, hey don't eat my brain, mon... I was once like you. Or you once like me.)

was the prophecy, a lobotomy for lunch
the voodoo man finally cracks, and it really packs a
but you be fretting now, you're forgetting now, all right
and salt they say
keeps the away, keeps the dead away at night

watching Dawn of the Dead I stand on my head, ooh
think you're down in the dumps, wait till dead jumps on you
when a zombie picks you up and smashes your head you find yourself dead
it isn't my fault, some pepper and salt ought to cast them

do you what I mean when I speak of machine, oh
it's a symptom of fear, a black magic gear, no
another dawning of the full moon, much like a monsoon, or a typhoon
this isn't my fault, some and salt ought to make them all go away
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