Luyện nghe bài hát Confetti

Skinny brats
Walking Avenue A
Dangling their
Independence Day

Tears like
them on their sleeves
Nobody's main
It's thirty-five

Poetry of ordinary
Is what I for
They just be seen
just wanna be heard

My are like confetti
And you pick them up
They fall to the
I need someone to me up

So diaphanous, so
And all bad words
They never learned in

Groovy my mamma was
In her black neck
She was so high
She was so low

Poetry and tattooed
And fourteen carat rings
The of elite
Are to be street saying

My words are like
And you never pick up
fall to the ground
I need someone to me up

My words are like
And you never them up
fall to the ground
I need someone to me up

Poetry of life
Is what I for
They just wanna be
just wanna be heard

My words are confetti
And you never pick up
They fall to the
I someone to lift me up

My words are like
And you never pick up
fall to the ground
I need someone to me up