Luyện nghe bài hát Cut Hands The Solution

Hey,
tell you:
It's
I'll you:
You're doing the thing
I can see used
And I don't know where you've
But I do past failures still haunt you
Thoughtless remarks you later regret
hard to own up and take the blame
For being a gibbering wreck
So go on be a careless onlooker
So you can sit and about pain
I know about gasping attacks and
I know shitbags and shame
I know a more than you realise
A fuck of a lot than you think
I know why you can take a
But not a hug
I know you bite your fat banana
And I know why need to shave
I know a slow fussy pathetic eater
And I you don't sleep much
But I'll still you:
helping
And I'll tell you:
doing the right thing
Question: did you ever hurt yourself to somebody sorry?
How often do you to be sick?
You ever wanted something very much but never told anybody it?
Are you such a slug you can't without a fucking sundae?
You ever made a bit too much fuss your cuts?
Yes, the cutting will be dramatic
If you get the slit right
And show an exposed of bone
for harvest
And in a few seconds'
In a of anal red the poison
And your totally diseased unkempt disgusting excuse of a body
Continues to
Till days after the cutting
The cancer says well
In between fairground muscle
And clearly white scaly
says burnt it out
The little cunt know what the fuck he's talking about
And just after the cutting
You really don't
How well can you
How soon cheap are forgotten
Because there's no kleenex or sympathy
Nobody would a fucking toss
For a quasi-glamour of symptoms
For your Russells
And for your atrocious lucidity
Because what if they were
It's and it's all there
No more pointless trawling through self-helped books for triggering
No more daytime trash or drunken
At it seems not to be working
Til you get that of danger
That means you can no longer yourself it's not working
More and more and
So right now would be a good for blackmail
Who you ever tried to make guilty?
you ever told on anyone?
What has told you not to tell
My I said have you ever told on anyone?
Yet I'll tell
helping
And tell you:
You're doing the thing
and more you wonder if anyone really gives a fuck
Do you sometimes feel
You talk too
You listen enough
Do you admit to letting others push you
pushing you around now?
Who's hitting on you
the pervert hitting on you now, kuckle-nicks?
Has he perverted an ethic?
Has he destroyed a doll
show you what's it like not to have hands
And show you how to hold on tight
I'll show you how to piss on own bedclothes
And sit in a
You'll learn to sweat unconscious
And I'll you the electric stick
learn about the kitty-cut
Before the privilege of seeing own blood
I'll let you suck brown-brown and
So you know how so brave
I'll you the wide-awake nightmare
And now you can buy some fucking
So new question: can
Spot a who's like me?
Can
Imagine a difference their body and yours?
Can
Imagine a person who like me?
Could
a person who looks unlike you?
Can
Spot a who's how you want to be?
Can
Imagine a person who you'd want to be?
Transferring people is a fucking degrading to do to them
And one day the you'll understand
One day the you'll that:
Cut hands has the
We'll feed you to hungry bird
We'll feed you to every starving
And we'll let them eat fat till they're
And let them drink blood till they're drunk
As I tell
It's
While I tell
doing the right thing