Luyện nghe bài hát Bear

There's a bear your stomach.
The cub's been from within.
He's loud, though vocal chords
put an end to him.

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

We'll play up in the Chelsea.
Drink champagne although you be.
We'll be blind and until we fall asleep.
None of our will come.
dodge our calls.
And they have for 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 been kicking you for weeks.
And if this all a dream.
Well then we'll cut him beneath.

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

But we'll only quick decisions.
And just keep my in the waiting room.
And all the while i'll we're fucked.
And not getting soon.
When we get we're bigger strangers than we've 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.