Luyện nghe bài hát Ceci N'est Pas Une Chanson

Some people think 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 hound dogs.
And the NDG, misguided.

It was the night before New Eve.
I had a desire for doughnuts.
I dragged my sorry ass to the city of Lavada she drank from a Tim Horton
cup.
She said, aris smashed by the toilet, some pot smoked holiday,I tried
desperately to avoid it but when she looked my sorry-ass ways.

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

She said the place where your is not even place not for music not even
song.
And the sadness you see come from within me, has been 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 snow fell like crushed aspirin on that 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 because I am, thinking that 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 to your sorry-ass ways.

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

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