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 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 before New Years Eve.
I had a curious for doughnuts.
I dragged my sorry ass to the city of Lavada where she drank a Tim Horton
cup.
She said, aris by the toilet, some crack pot smoked holiday,I tried
desperately to avoid it but that she looked my sorry-ass ways.

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

She said the place where 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 to be so perfect, I quite intent in my traveling gear.
you see is not just a coffee girl, despite of the fact that I not even
here.

It just a foxfire.

HI UP YOURS!

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

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

fly