Luyện nghe bài hát Buffalo

(McKinley & Cutler)
There is no for this.
You wake up neatly stitched.
You have to it off and burn it shut,
the arrow still in your chest.
When you put your arms around else,
it will not
but tap at your bone and flirt your softer parts.
shooting with evil, rusty darts.
He doesn't know being cruel,
just for sport
leaving us littered buffalo.
On the prairie I'm down dying watching clouds.
They look my dog, my pillow, my teapot, my frown.
Until I'm ready to up in a wisp, because I can't
get up and away like this.
But if I lay here and the clouds back I can make a
out of nothing.
A clean steam pump details
having the valves of stone in Cupid's
bloody, pudgy hands I can travel light, light.
Cupid's with evil, rusty darts.
He doesn't know he's cruel,
just hunting for
us littered like buffalo
leaving us littered buffalo,
my teapot my
My God. My God. My God.