Luyện nghe bài hát Ceci N'est Pas Une Chanson

Some people think little 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 before New Years Eve.
I had a desire for doughnuts.
I dragged my sorry ass to the city of Lavada where she from a Tim Horton
cup.
She said, aris smashed by the toilet, 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 sorry-ass ways.

She said the place where your standing is not even place not for 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 intent in my traveling gear.
What you see is not just a coffee girl, 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 a crooked lawyer; hung over as the one he played.
So don pretend to be like you are with me because I am, that there is
no struggle coming up from the bubble, 'cause there is no 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 I in love with you.
I I worth enough trouble yal know what to do.
Spells just like the romance, smells go to you.

fly