Luyện nghe bài hát Ceci N'est Pas Une Chanson

Some people think little girls should be seen and not heard, but I 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 night before New Eve.
I had a curious for doughnuts.
I dragged my sorry ass to the city of Lavada where she drank from a Tim
cup.
She said, aris smashed by the toilet, 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 where your 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, despite of the fact I not even
here.

It just a foxfire.

HI UP YOURS!

And the snow fell crushed aspirin on that catholic holiday.
She looked me sideways like a crooked lawyer; hung 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 to your sorry-ass ways.
Ah, say good-bye to sorry-ass ways.

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

fly