Luyện nghe bài hát Bed Bugs

Let's stop and talk on a street
Your guy is and muttering
Looks at me "now who the fuck is he?"
And I tell you man I wish that I

scavenged mattress and a stuffed bear
Bed Bugs crawl through your hair
You got that thousand yard
I get itchy just from to you

Drained hopes sinking the Argos son
Floating out on the freshman beer run
It's so to have fun
but there used to be a way to get

All amazed days fade
But all of the damn dogs, they think that they've got it
And no what you say,
You know you are going to do it anyway, do it anyway, do it anyway

Knuckle tattoo "I hate to live
On another dickhead who me that I'm just too sensitive"
You tell everybody to fuck off forever
Then be when they finally do

You had a breakthrough on a shaky plane
Seated to kid hyperventilating
She's so embarrassed by her use of slang
And nobody ever gets to cool

And these I'm only saying something if I'm swaying
That's the only it doesn't feel like I'm explaining
So if you see me and I to entertaining
I'm not singing I'm just to you

But you don't want a funeral unless comes
And you don't a kiss unless you're adequately numb
And you don't to speak not even to say goodbye
And you want to share how you're in shadows all the time
And you don't want to think about the people that you
They're a tug on your sleeve, an embarrassment to you
Just some bones in the sun, just a rind
Just a sitcom that aired before you even were
Your friends are full-length that you pull out of the garbage
Or orange juice soaked cotton balls to convince you, you aren't
You need to fuck, someone to call when you get down
And people to make wonder why they even stick around
And now you don't to drink, you say it feels the same as water
And you don't actually even like me, I just remind you of your father
And his flannel shirts that smelled liked and rain
And a of things you wished never had to change
But it's never quite like it was when you were a kid
Puffy eyes, play fight, bug bites, jiff peanut butter, cinnamon toast
Strawberry allergy, bee

All of the are asleep
But tomorrow the punks and the cops both have to eat
And those people say
You that you have got to do it anyway, do it anyway, do it anyway