Luyện nghe bài hát Confetti

Skinny brats
Walking down A
their cigarettes
Their Day

like filigrees
Wear on their sleeves
main squeeze
It's thirty-five

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

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

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

Groovy like my was
In her black neck
She was so strung
She was so low

Poetry and tattooed
And fourteen nose rings
The children of
Are trying to be saying

My words are like
And you pick them up
fall to the ground
I someone to lift me up

My words are like
And you never them up
They fall to the
I need to lift me up

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

My words are confetti
And you pick them up
They fall to the
I need to lift me up

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