Luyện nghe bài hát Ceci N'est Pas Une Chanson

Some people think little girls should be 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 New Years Eve.
I had a curious for doughnuts.
I dragged my sorry ass to the city of Lavada she drank from a Tim Horton
cup.
She said, aris by the toilet, some crack pot smoked holiday,I tried
desperately to avoid it but that when she my sorry-ass ways.

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

It like a foxfire.

HI UP YOURS!

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

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

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