Luyện nghe bài hát Ceci N'est Pas Une Chanson

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

Ya is Bran 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 before New Years Eve.
I had a curious for doughnuts.
I dragged my sorry ass to the city of Lavada where she from a Tim Horton
cup.
She said, aris smashed by the toilet, some pot smoked holiday,I tried
desperately to it but that when she looked my sorry-ass ways.

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

She said the place where 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 intent in my gear.
What you see is not just a coffee girl, of the fact that I not even
here.

It just a foxfire.

HI UP YOURS!

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

I mean where are yal know what to do.
Spending money 'cause I in love you.
I mean I enough trouble yal know what to do.
Spells just like the romance, smells go to you.

fly