Luyện nghe bài hát Scrap

I met a named Scrap
He lived in my friends
Everyday hes shaking that spray can
And out seeing stars

Grab a paper bag like an mask
Until mind starts to gel
'Cause the in the can has a crazy beat
The dying brain cell

So he met some from hell
Who said, "Lets go to Vegas, man"
So he up his leather and his red beret
Into big, bad Christian van

Use meetings like an oxygen tent
Till your starts to gel
the preacher thumps the Bible
With a crazy beat, the funky dying cell

Well, he came back to the
But the garage, it there
And he dug metallic gold more than and John
Now hes his hair

Grab a paper bag like an oxygen
Until your mind to gel
'Cause the in the can
Has a crazy beat, the funky dying cell