Luyện nghe bài hát Ceci N'est Pas Une Chanson

Some think little girls should 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 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, smashed by the toilet, some crack pot smoked holiday,I tried
desperately to avoid it but when she looked my sorry-ass ways.

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

She the place where your standing is not even place not for music not even
song.
And the you see come from deep within 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 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 me because I am, thinking that 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 the romance, smells go right to you.

fly