Luyện nghe bài hát Ceci N'est Pas Une Chanson

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

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

It was the night New Years Eve.
I had a desire for doughnuts.
I dragged my ass to the city of Lavada where she drank from a Tim Horton
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 your ways.
Say goodbye to your ways.

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

It like a foxfire.

HI UP YOURS!

And the snow fell like crushed aspirin on that holiday.
She me sideways 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, there is no struggle in your sorry
ass ways.
Oh, say good-bye.
Oh, say good-bye.
Ah, say good-bye to your ways.
Ah, say to your sorry-ass ways.

I where are troubles; yal know what to do.
money 'cause I in love with you.
I mean I worth enough yal know what to do.
Spells just the romance, smells go right to you.

fly