Luyện nghe bài hát Bear

There's a bear inside 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 I'll turn 21.
We'll script show.

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

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

There's a bear your stomach.
The cub's been you for weeks.
And if isn't all a dream.
then we'll cut him from beneath.

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

But we'll make only decisions.
And you'll just my in the waiting room.
And all the while i'll know fucked.
And not getting soon.
When we get home we're bigger strangers than ever been before.
You sit in front of snowy television, 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.