Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Fuss Over Spiders Thrown

I it in a book, my biased dirty looks.
"Unhand me, you crook."
I saw it in her
She a big mistake.
word's not hers to take. No.
This is the joke, so listen up
Those bodies are people you know.
Dig all up,
all the dots,
And see you got...
Not a lot... A lot, a lot, a lot
All that he is all that she is:
A quiet small girl some guilt and the passion of saying
"Oh well, It's personal. So stop in!."
I can all night in the cold
Over TV and snow or the hum on the radio.
Listen to john 'cause comes a solo.
He all the right chords.
We argue over the same two words: thrown.
Its so but, its all over the fucking news.
You sit down.
We gotta talk about one pal, we gotta talk about this one.
This one thinks I'm a dreamer, oh I'm a dreamer.
I'm taking the train to Florida where it's warmer.
I won't argue any over spiders.
They say it's when you're the one who's leaving.
So I guess we're fucking even,
Sit the fuck down and up!
I need to say a couple to myself.
"What am I doing?" "What's song?"
I can't remember my and my skin.
"Why the grin?" I'm still deep in sin.
Oh, I'm so existential, pretentious pencils,
A market a staple, and able,
A cowboy who reads to much noise,
And I can't keep from drinking I'm out with the boys
"Spiders thrown."