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 Bran Van giving a out to all the Paris suburbs.
All the hounds.
All the New hound 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 drank a Tim Horton
cup.
She said, aris smashed by the toilet, crack pot smoked holiday,I tried
desperately to avoid it but that when she looked my ways.

Say to your 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 from deep within me, has been your sadness all
along.
So don to be so perfect, I quite intent in my traveling gear.
What you see is not just a coffee girl, despite of the fact that I not
here.

It just a foxfire.

HI UP YOURS!

And the snow fell like crushed aspirin on catholic holiday.
She looked me sideways like a crooked hung over as the one he played.
So don pretend to be like you are with me 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 sorry-ass ways.
Ah, say good-bye to sorry-ass ways.

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

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