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 shout out to all the suburbs.
All the hounds.
All the New York dogs.
And the NDG, misguided.

It was the before New Years Eve.
I had a desire 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, crack pot smoked holiday,I tried
desperately to avoid it but that when she looked my ways.

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

She said the place where your standing is not even not for music not even
song.
And the sadness you see 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 that I not even
here.

It like a foxfire.

HI UP YOURS!

And the snow fell like crushed on that catholic holiday.
She looked me sideways a crooked lawyer; hung over as the one he played.
So don pretend to be like you are with me because I am, thinking that is
no struggle coming up from the bubble, 'cause there is no struggle in 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 where are troubles; yal know to do.
Spending money 'cause I in with you.
I mean I worth enough trouble yal what to do.
Spells like the romance, smells go right to you.

fly