Luyện nghe bài hát Buffalo

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