Luyện nghe bài hát Ceci N'est Pas Une Chanson

Some people think little girls be seen and not heard, but I think HI
UP YOURS!

Ya this is Van giving a shout out to all the Paris suburbs.
All the hounds.
All the New York dogs.
And the NDG, misguided.

It was the night before New Eve.
I had a curious for doughnuts.
I dragged my sorry ass to the city of Lavada where she drank from a Tim
cup.
She said, aris smashed by the toilet, crack pot smoked holiday,I tried
to avoid it but that when she looked my sorry-ass ways.

Say goodbye to sorry-ass ways.
Say to your sorry-ass ways.

She said the place your standing is not even place not for music not even
song.
And the sadness you see come from deep me, has been your sadness all
along.
So don pretend to be so perfect, I quite in my traveling gear.
What you see is not just a girl, despite of the fact that I not even
here.

It like a foxfire.

HI UP YOURS!

And the snow fell like aspirin on that catholic holiday.
She looked me like a crooked lawyer; hung over as the one he played.
So don to be like you are with me because I am, thinking that there is
no struggle coming up from the bubble, 'cause there is no in your sorry
ass ways.
Oh, say good-bye.
Oh, say good-bye.
Ah, say good-bye to your ways.
Ah, say good-bye to sorry-ass ways.

I mean are troubles; yal know what to do.
Spending money 'cause I in with you.
I mean I enough trouble yal know what to do.
just like the romance, smells go right to you.

fly