Luyện nghe bài hát Bear

There's a bear your stomach.
The cub's kicking from within.
He's loud, though without chords
put an end to him.

We'll all the right appointments.
No one has to know.
And then tommorow I'll 21.
We'll script show.

play charades up in the Chelsea.
Drink champagne you shouldn't be.
We'll be blind and until we fall asleep.
None of our friends come.
They our calls.
And have for quite awhile now.
not a shock.
You don't seem to and I just can't see how.

too old.
not old, old at all.
too old.
not old, old at all.

There's a inside your stomach.
The cub's kicking you for weeks.
And if this all a dream.
then we'll cut him from beneath.

Well we're not of making caves.
Or food for him to eat.
We're of one another.
And terrified of that means.

But we'll make quick decisions.
And you'll just keep my in the room.
And all the while know we're fucked.
And not unfucked soon.
When we get home we're bigger strangers than we've been before.
You sit in of snowy television, suitcase on the floor.

too old.
not old, old at all.
too old.
not old, old at all.
too old.
not old, old at all.
too old.
not old, old at all.
too old.
not old, old at all.
too old.
not old, old, old, old at all.